Red Swan

Perfect

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"People define perfection as a fleeting concept. It is something which simultaneously attracts and repels its suitors. Perfection is the only unrealizable dream, because how can the lacking create something unlacking?" - A taste of compulsion

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-PLEASE STOP! NOW!- She covered her ears and kept sobbing uncontrollably in the floor leaning on her arms.

"This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me" she tried to calm herself down; she chuckled to ease the agony. But nothing worked; they banged her with loud and squeaky sounds inside her ear.

She couldn't take it anymore. Despair controlled her body completely. She ran towards the exit door but body parts tinted with blood interlocked her from the sides of the door, keeping her inside the room, alone, in the darkness. Tears formed again in her eyes trembling wildly on her face.

As an act of braveness she closed her eyes and took a deep and slow breathe, she ran nonstop to the door. Then, she broke the wall of body parts. Though, she didn't stop running until she left the 'haunted madhouse'.

The cold winter shocked her. She didn't grab her bag, neither her coat. She started to feel the snowflakes melting by the touch of her skin, each of them more and more cold, until her body was covered up by them. "Where the hell is Parker?"

She kept sobbing; she didn't know what to do. Everything was in the dark, there were no lights in the streets; she was alone, she will die alone. She crawled to the sidewalk of a street not so far away from the Academy. She pulled up her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her body started to stiff, she had been there since hours. Therefore, instead the feeling of cold in her skin, she was like burning on fire of coldness. At least she felt relief; there were no more voices in her head. She didn't felt warmth in her body anymore. It might be her end. She felt dizzy and finally blacked out.

Suddenly, two hands cupped her body and lifted her to the air. Emma's body was recomposed by herself when the warmth of a human being shot her. She couldn't see anything; everything was blur and spinning around. Then, she felt someone holding her; it had an appearance of a guy, but she didn't see the difference in the moment. Her mouth started to move again, although her tongue was frizzing.

Take me home. She wasn't sure if she said it, because of the nonstop crying and sobbing, or if she only thought it. But that 'someone' started to walk, holding her in bridal style. Her body relaxed and the last thing she remembered before she passed out was the sound of a train tightening the brakes.

She woke up, now everything was bright and clear. She was covered with a comfy and warm sheet on a sit in the subway. There were few people inside of the dirty transport, most of them were kind of sad and hopeless, might be their job. Suddenly, she felt she was being watched, she turned her head and saw in front of her a guy gazing her with a grin plastered in his face.

-Finally you woke up- his voice was low but childish. He was kind of happy since he was smiling. "Why is he smiling?" he was tall and skinny, he had a messy long dark hair that almost reached his eyes, it fitted him perfectly; and his light blue eyes felt like they penetrated into her soul. He had a nice white and shiny smile. He was using a white shirt that showed up his tone muscles and their defined lines, accompanied with black sweatpants. He was like a total different version of Christian, way happier and childish; though in some way he resembled Christian.

-Who are you?- once she opened her mouth her voice was hoarse, she started to feel pain in her throat, might be a cold.

He let out a small chuckle from his mouth. He bends his arms to his knees, getting nearer to Emma.