Forever Jinxed

Chapter 28

Forever Jinxed- Chapter 28

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DEDICATED TO: i_am_no_man DUE TO THE FACT SHE IS ALWAYS CONSTANTLY ACTIVE AND MAJORLY HELPS ME OUT BY EVEN HER SIMPLIEST OF COMMENTS! THANKS GIRLIE!

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I'M NOT THE BIGGEST FAN OF DOING SO DUE TO THE FACT I PREFER TO LEAVE IT UP TO THE READER'S IMAGINATION BUT ILL BE BLUNTLY HONEST AS I HOPE YOU ALL WILL WITH ME.

WILL ME PUTTING PICTURES OF HOW I SEE THE CAST PERHAPS RAISE YOUR INTEREST AND LEVELS OF PARTICIPATION?

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Exhaustion. That is what I felt right before everything went dark. One moment I was completely aware of what was going on then the next I couldn't even focus on my own thoughts.

A dull aching. Very slight but just enough to cause my consciousness to stir. A grumbling originated in my chest but by the time it reached my lips it had become a pathetic whimper. The dull aching had intensified from moderate. It was too much to hope that it would remain at a bearable level. Within the time it took for my grumble to reach my lips it had began to feel as if fire had been made a liquid which had then been injected into my leg.

My eyes snapped open, gasping viciously, as I was abruptly jolted to awareness. Out of the shock of being back in a bed with no memory of how I got there, my mind naturally activated my fight-or-flight response, whether it was correct in doing so, which it wasn't. Right now I wanted to run. It didn't matter where to.

I used my arms to swing my legs over the side of the bed. A scream ripped its way out of my throat.

With how things were going for me already, my throat would be raw by evening. Not that I even knew what time of day it was, but that wasn't going to stop me from speculating. Anyways, it wasn't like there weren't windows, because there were, on each side of the bed in fact. It was just that he seemed to have the blinds that every person probably dreamed to have at one point or another. They closed so tight that the only possible illumination in the room came from the lights above. If I wasn't hurting so badly and wasn't so disoriented, I probably would of felt the slightest bit of excitement with not having to deal with sunlight rudely awakening me in the mornings.

"You idiot!", rough arms pushed me back into the bed.

I didn't resist Keaston. I was still in shock from the pain that had racked my whole body, originating from my leg. In this state I was unable to clear my head enough to determine which leg exactly the torment I was experiencing was originating from. I stared up at the ceiling breathing deeply through my clenched teeth. I only relaxed my clench jaw when Keaston's deep sigh caught my attention along with the wave of emotion I felt wash over me. Frustration. Exasperation. Anger. Desperation. Confusion. Concern?

"Woah woah woah", I propped myself up on my forearms, "Calm the hell down!", his eyebrows raised and I relaxed as I felt the emotions leave me as abruptly as they had intruded.

I was correct. The emotions hadn't been mine. It unnerved me that I was so quickly being able to adjust to these occurrences within me that I couldn't help but constantly chant in my mind like a personal mantra: "Not natural. Shouldn't be possible."

"How do I fricken shut this thing off?", I cried in frustration and desperation that I couldn't prevent from lacing my tone as I clenched my hands on either side of my head as if I could block it all out as if it was just a natural sound near me.