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[2] The Mark

{alex pettyfer as Ian Landid}

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'That feeling of absolute pain is something you never know until even your soul and veins are corrupted'
~K.G Chianne~

Song: Gone by Bebe Rexha

(Age 17, 3 years after invasion)

Ivy

I couldn't sleep.

Sleep anymore was just me laying in bed all night. Hours on end of me thinking of every possible way that maybe just maybe.. Maybe Sonya is alive?

Her bloods savory and sweet. So sad too bad she had to fade.

Shut up, I hissed.

The more we speak, the more you feel weak.

Fuck you, and your riddles. I peel the covers off before dragging myself over to where the large mirror was. Besides the tall mirror was a small three drawl table with a large bowl full of water on top of it.

"Jesus Ivy," I cup my hands together in the water before leaning my head over it and continue to rinse my face. Trying to scrub the thoughts off. Which was both physically and emotionally impossible. "You look like shit."

After pulling a rag from the top drawl I dry my face with it then throw it to the side. Stealing a glance of myself in the mirror, I grimace at how awfully pale my face was. Even my eyes was still swollen and red.

Sighing, I stare at my reflection a minute later. Taking in every inch. That's when I spot it.
How could I forget? Around my neck was a very sturdy white cloth wrapped tightly around my neck, almost like a medical chocker.

The scars never fade.

No shit, I growl.

Swallowing down some spit and bile, I cut my eyes at the window just beside my bed. The sun wasn't quite up yet.

Unintentionally I began reaching for the large bandage taped around my throat. All I had to do was peel back the tape that was holding the medical wrap together. Just peel the tape off and unwind the wrap. Easy!

As my fingers brush against the soft material of the medical wrap, a thought then hits me. May it be best if it stays on?

Biting my lip in annoyance, I glance to the door. If Ian was to see this, he'd have my hands tied behind my back or something.
Talking myself out of removing the tape seems only to heighten the urge to take the bandage off was even more revealing.

Only if Sonya was here...

"You dummy! Why would you take the medical wrap off for? It's there for a reason isn't it?" Sonya's voice was still stuck in my head.

"Yeah, but just a quick peek?" I would argue."And besides, this looks hideous does it not?"

"Oh honey. It's not the medial wrap that's hideous!" She'd laugh.