Insanity

< fallen >

[ Insanity begin ]

Everything is side-ways. It looks as if there's a gloomy blue grey filter over the world. Like the sun was put to a dim setting.

Then I feel the cold hard rain on my skin. As my senses slowly come back to me, I taste blood in my mouth.

Where am I?

I want to sit up to see clearly, but my body refuses to move. I can't help but wonder if I'm actually alive or not.

I blink once, still laying on the ground in the pouring rain, and I see a dark shadow in the distance.

I blink again and the shadow is a few feet away. By the third blink there's a figure kneeling next to me.

I lift my head a bit to see a boy with large eyes and straight dark eyebrows. He's pale with wavy black hair and red lips. He's ridiculously handsome.

"Wh-where am I?" I ask weakly.

The boy smirks. "Welcome to hell, sweetheart."

His words sink in and I furrow my eyebrows, having too many questions and not enough answers.

But a horrible stinging feeling in my shoulder blades interrupts from my thoughts.

I suck in a breath from the pain, squinting my eyes to try to make it go away.

The boy walks to the other side of me and examines my exposed back.

"Blood." He says quietly.

As the rain pelts my bare skin, I see a red blood puddle trickle on the ground. The idea that this is my blood makes me sick to my stomach.

"Help," I whisper. "Please."

The boy with wavy hair clenches his jaw, as if he's pondering something. Or resisting something.

Then he rests his hand on my neck and tries to sit me up, but the pain in my back becomes excruciating and I don't even want to know what's causing it.

"Is it bad?" I cough out.

The boy doesn't respond as he scoops me up in one try. The rain makes his hair messy and wet. His eyelashes stick together. He's holding me so close to his face that I can I examine his sharp jawline and scowling expression.

My eyelashes flutter as I feel the life being drained out of me.

"Don't you dare close your eyes." The wavy haired boy says in a low voice.

"I'm scared," I admit to this stranger.

He looks at me, a stone cold look that shows no sympathy.

"Don't be weak." He says and stops at a shiny black car.

He opens the passenger's seat and lays me inside. Despite his cold gaze he handles me with care, touching and moving around me as if I'm glass that's about to shatter.

He shuts the door and goes around the car into the drivers seat.

"Just hang on for a few minutes." He says.

"I don't know if I can," I choke out.

The boy stares at me for a second, seemingly deciding on something.

"I feel like I'm dying." I cough, feeling hopeless.

Eventually he mutters, "for fucks sake," and turns towards me.

"I can help you." He says. "But I don't do free work. I'll need a favor."

"Anything. Just please, I'm in so much pain." I say, feeling the life being drained from me once again.