Jay
The scarlet blood lashed over my clothes, as Inna found consciousness despite her many attempts to ignore it, she groaned out loud in protest at the awkwardness of her position, her one arm pinched between her body and the mattress but decided that she was still too tired to move before the darkness consumed her again.
The memories of my childhood started to show within me.
This life didn't want me in.
Just a sad world for beautiful hearts. It was once a beautiful heart. Once.
But now.
I want to swallow her darkness and take her place, I can not stand seeing her like this.
It felt as if I was lying against the hearth of fire, whose flames gently licked at my skin and caused a layer of unwelcome sweat to cover my body. I strive only for her in this life.
The shadows of their beating were on Inna's skin and my heart.
They tattooed my heart and painted my soul black.
The knowledge that my enemy did such a thing just broke something inside of me, something that would remain long after her skin and emotional scars were healed.
It was a sadness in my eyes, a heaviness, an unyielding sorrow that slowed my speech and robbed me of my heart.
I grabbed a clean towel with leukemia water and started cleaning the blood on the bruises she had on her skin.
Suddenly I felt responsible for every scar I treated. I believe that there is a reason she is in my hands, that God gave her to me.
I should be the one who traps her in the walls, the cocoon, the safety in any storm. I should be the one who keeps her safe at all times, and that strength comes from her.
I was for once the king without his crown.
I couldn't bring myself to shower her, a mind told me if she woke up and knew of it, she would kill me- and that was the truth. I started with her arms and apart from her legs, my eyes focusing on every crimson droplet on her skin- moving to her face my eyes focused on the freckles filling her face along with some blood ones.
I had just stitched her leg up from the cut she got from the blade they threw at her. I cleaned the towel and moved it up to her face again- her breathing was steady making her chest rise in a beautiful rhythm, she seemed asleep. The only skill she treasured at the moment. It was a skill that came to be more treasured than any other. In our brutal times, there was nothing anyone could want more than to be with a natural-born nurturing soul; and no one was better than her.
No one will. She was my better, my best.
What if I kissed her cheeks?
I had read somewhere that in kissing cheeks there is a sweet sense of nurture, it makes the other person feel butterflies and utopia. Yeah, stupid butterflies- ugly bugs.
I don't understand.
Would she feel it? even if she was asleep?
I did it anyway, I kissed her cheeks- both of them.
I don't know if she felt butterflies but I felt them. It was not bugs but beautiful bugs. I think I'm starting to get mad.
I pulled out her pendant from my pockets and wrapped it around Inna's neck under her falling hair. I was glad that I put a tracker on this pendant.
I stood up deciding that it was time for some appointment, I headed towards Mikhail's room in the next few minutes, and the latest was shocked when my eyes traveled to Inna's sleepy body.
