Howl To My Heart

Chapter 18

I sat on the floor of the bus , in the far corner , hidden between two seats .

I didn't want to get off , nor did I want to see Dmitri.

My tears have dried up and I only sat there feeling numb and cold , with a deep vague ache inside of me that didn't want to go away.

I should've known that my thoughts about Sally Dales and Dmitri Volkov had some truth in it . She took him from me in an instant and I can do nothing about it .

I shivered as if cold .

I'm not good enough like she is . I'm .... I'm someone unworthy of actually being his mate .

I'm trouble for him . Trouble he obviously didn't want .

A tear slipped down my cheek .

I love him . So, so much and he said he love me too , but his love was fake it seemed .

I shivered again and that caused me to frown . Why was I shivering? Was I getting sick ?

" Al, are you cold ?"

Ah yes , my bestie . My Terry. My sister by choice . My fierce protector against the world's pain . I forgot that she's here with me ,in my  misery .

Another lone tear slipped down my cheek and I shivered again .

Then the ache deep within myself grew to a crescendo in an instant and I felt sick to my stomach , so sick that Terry had to rush to find a bag or something ,so I wouldn't get sick on the bus floor .

The shivering grew in intensity , and I shook violently ,like I had the rattles .

Terry brought an old empty bag of chips as substitute and I immediately threw up until my innards felt like they were on fire from the burn the vomit caused as its acid burnt down my throat and into the bag .

I struggled to hold the bag as every part of me shook rapidly and the pain , oh the pain , it made me want to cry out , but it was as if my vocal cords were on vacation and I couldn't scream .

I got sick again and then came the blood , pouring out my nose ,and my ears, and my mouth, my eyes. Where did it come from?

Why was I bleeding ?

What is happening to me ?

A silent cry escaped me . Again and again and again .

I vaguely heard Terry get up and scream for help .

She screamed for Dmitri and I tried to get up to stop her ,but my body was on fire and I was bleeding at an uncontrollable fast rate .

My ears rung with a high pitched sound , making me half deaf to every other sound around me .

I wanted to curl up and just die at that moment .

I was probably dying anyway with how much blood I was losing .

I got sick once again and this time it was on the bus floor .

I heard Terry from far away , scream out  for someone to please help me .

And then he was suddenly there , his precious beautiful eyes staring at me sorrowfully as he scooped me up in those strong arms of his , carrying me off the bus.

I was vaguely aware of questions being asked and people arguing whether to help me or not .

A woman's voice directed Dmitri into the large pack house . I heard that in a moment my ears were silent for once .

But then the ringing returned and I cried out , begging for it to stop .

I found myself being placed on something soft , a bed , I suppose ,and I heard people talk ,a man , telling Dmitri something .