Poison

Painless. 24

Isabela marie.

Oh. My. God.

I rolled over and thumped onto the floor. That didn't help at all. My first hang over. I am not a fan.

With strain I sat up on the floor. It made sense for me to be in Lucas' bedroom. I forget what happened last night. Just me hating myself and drowning it all out by drinking. I gripped the side of his bed and pulled myself up with the strength that I could muster. I saw him. Peacefully sleeping. We can't rest for long. We'll have the wedding, hate each other, find the swans leader, get rid of her, then we can rest, very separate from each other. But even though I hated the life I was forced to live, I don't think I'd be able to do it without Lucas.

I lie next to him, stared at his sleeping face. He's different since last night. The nose ring is cute. The messy hair, in this light had a purple ish tinge on it. Did he die his hair purple at one point. He looked paler than before. Sure, it's November, not much sun, but when we first met he was glowy and radiant. But since he met me he just looks sick.

My eyes traveled down to his chest. He had a tattoo that was small on his neck but got bigger and twisted under his arm and around to his back. I traced a L on his shoulder with my fingers. I wondered if the L represented Luck, I remember him telling me once that every tattoo on Lucas's body had meaning. He had a sort of crossed heart on his chest and a rose on his hip. He had a strange marking on his forearm. It was faded and slashed. As if someone had hacked at it to scrape the ink away. Did Lucas do that to himself? Luck also told me that some of his tattoos he had done himself, or he had luck do for him. I wondered if one day Lucas would mind tattooing me. I've always wanted something tattooed on myself. Some people will disagree with it, and frown upon it. But I want something with meaning.

Everything felt blurry. The world was like the condensation built up on the bathroom window when you shower. But I assumed it was just the hangover. I stumbled out of the room. My head was throbbing. I stumbled down the stairs. The room was different, the floors were a brown wood instead of grey and there was an odd stuffed toy on the floor. I walked over to it. It was a pink rabbit. My pink rabbit. From when I was a kid. It was used, an ear was sewn back on and the stitches on the foot were picking out. The stitches said my name. I lifted the other foot, lily. That's what was stitched into it, it looked fresh. At that three little people came running into the room. A small girl with long dark brown hair came running in yelling, "mommy, mommy," she ran up to me and hugged my hips tight. "You found it, you found the rabbit," she giggled.

I handed the rabbit to the girl and she ran over to the two little boys. One smaller than the other. God the smallest looked like Lucas, it was scary the resemblance. And the other boy looked just like Luck. That when it hit me. She called me mommy.

She called me mommy.

I gasped myself awake. I gripped my hand to my pillow and looked around the room. A doctor rushed over to me along with a woman in her mid to late forties, it was Lucas's mom. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt almost a gallon of water fall out of them. They lowered my body back down, telling me that I needed to relax.

I was in a hospital bed of sorts, but it definitely wasn't a hospital.

Harry came rushing in with Lucas. His face was refreshing. Just seeing it made my eyes well up. He looked even more sick than he did in my dream. His under eyes were dark.

He came over to my and held my face in his hands. I smiled at him. There was no pain. No pain when his eyes were on me. None at all.