Steal My Heart

Chapter 20

Charles had walked out of the room about thirty minutes ago and I was starting to get tired. My head kept falling and I had no way of holding it up with the position I was currently in.

I know I'm losing a lot of blood but it's not like I can do anything but deal with the pain that has been torturing me ever since Charles left the room.

After trying to hold my head up for a little while longer I finally just let it drop where it's resting on my chest. Maybe I'll finally be dragged into unconsciousness, or even death.

Yes, I said it. Death. You're probably thinking I'm weak and can't take a little pain, but you have no idea.

The pain is agonizing.

I hear a groan and I lift my head up slowly, pain courses through my entire body even though I only moved my head.

I finally raise my head high enough, after several painful seconds, to where I can see whoever emitted the groan.

To my surprise, it was Chris.

"Chris..." I say in a voice barely above a whisper. I cringe when it comes out sounding like a frog that just ate a pinecone.

"Malia?" He asks still trying to come back into the world of the living.

He finally sets his blue, sleep deprived eyes on me. Even though he spent practically forty-five minutes asleep, not by choice, he still looks like he hasn't slept in weeks.

I smile at him with the best smile that I can muster in our current situation but it comes out more of a grimace.

His eyes suddenly go wide and he starts peppering me with questions. "What the hell did he do to you? You look terrible." He exclaims. "Are you okay, Malia?" He asks, concern lacing his words.

"I'm fine. I just lost a lot of blood." I inform him and he just shakes his head muttering something that I can't hear.

We both stay silent for a while and I start to feel the drowsiness start to set in.

"Chris... I'm about to fall asleep." I say, closing my eyes. He says something but I don't hear it because I'm finally pulled into utter darkness.

With no pain.

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"Fishsticks!" I say, very loudly, and my eyes snap open.

I hear someone burst out laughing and my cheeks instantly flame realizing what I had said.

"F-Fishsticks?" Chris says, well more like asks, in between his annoying laughter. I glare at him the best that I can while trying to cover up the blush of embarrassment that completely covers my entire face right about now.

"Shut up. It's too early for your laughter." I grumble letting my head fall back down. He laughs again and I just roll my eyes.

I look down at my thighs where my stab wounds are and I am greeted with bandages covering my injuries. "Chris, who did this?" I say, lifting my head up and nodding to my bandaged legs.

He raises his eyebrows. "I don't know. I must've fell asleep. You were out for at least 3 hours. I guess I--" He was cut off by a new, vaguely familiar voice.

"I did it." A hesitant voice says and I snap my eyes over to the owner of the voice.

Standing there in the doorway of the prison is a beautiful girl. She had dark brown hair, almost black. Her blue-grey eyes really stand out with the amount of mascara she coated her eyelashes with but she pulls it off well. She's wearing black jeans and black furry boots. She has a blue t-shirt on that looks like it's about to squeeze the day lights out of her it's so tight. She is really skinny but it doesn't look unhealthy.