you're mine

chapter 1

   Emelia's point of view

A pounding sensation fills my head, with each step I take sending vibrations to it. Worry courses through me with my vision becoming my blurred. My hands begin to shake and my heart pounds with fear of slowly losing one of my senses. I attempt to blink it away but nothing happens. All I can see is a blurred street and street lamps to light it. They look more like stars when blurred, but the orange tint and long pole lets me know what they really are.

I finally walk far enough to drown out the pounding noise of the house party I came from.

I did not drink, due to my strict parents and the fact that I'm an athlete, but my body is telling me otherwise. I can feel myself swaying from side to side whilst trying to keep my balance. Both off my arms automatically lift up from my side to balance me. The senses on my skin grow heightened as a cool breeze of wind brushes over me. My skin feels different, like I could just pull it off without pain, and my joints feel tense. I try and fight the feeling of sleepiness by concentrating on my steps but they become unstable and I let myself slip away into the darkness, my body falling against the wet concrete floor.

Luca's point of view

2:45am. Despite the fact that my dad had made it very clear I couldn't leave the house past 10pm, I do it anyway. I had no other choice.

My ears were filled with different sounds, created by them. Snoring, laughing, crying and ridiculously loud cartoons coming from the living room. I wish I could constantly stop them from making noise. All seven of them constantly making sounds. That's all they ever do. A lot of the time, they are happy; which I simply can't grasp the concept of. How can they stay positive in this environment? Sure, they have it good here with our dad. But can't they sense the tension and hostility lingering around the halls of what they call home? I know I can.

And that's the reason why I go on these walks, knowing fully that if he finds out, I will pay for it. Maybe, if the reason why he is so hellbent on forbidding these innocent walks was for my wellbeing, I might just listen. But it isn't. The only reason he doesn't want me going on these walks is to spite me. For some reason, one I simply can't figure out, he doesn't like to see me happy. But these walks are the only thing keeping me sane; they're the only thing I have right now.

The air is crisp outside, which I love. I love the feeling of the coldness in the air dancing on my skin. The feeling lingers and eventually starts to burn. After a while of my bare arms being exposed in the cold, it is impossible to tell if the temperature at all.

The wet and muddy ground begins to ice over due to the chilled breeze lingering in the air. I decide to go to my place. My happy place that no one else knows about and I don't have to share with my siblings. As I get older, I realise having a place like this all to myself is childish, but it has been mine for a while now. The one thing I don't have to share and it isn't something I am willing to give up; unless I gain something else I can call mine to replace it.

To get to my place I have to go through a few suburban streets first, but I don't mind since it is more walking. For as long as I can remember, I have loved walking. When my feet start to go numb, so does my mind, that is something I can deeply appreciate, since I know longer like to think. When I was younger, my imagination was all I had, so I cherished my mind. Although I don't have a whole lot more now, I still despise my mind. My mind betrayed me, it turned against me. I no longer get the happy and imaginative thoughts I used to.

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By the time I get to the seventh street, close to my place, I see a body on the floor in front of me. My brow furrows in confusion. I stop in my tracks and look around. Not a single person but her in sight. After a minute of pondering, I decide to move closer.

As I got closer, I can tell the unconscious girl is young, maybe a little younger than me. She has perfect blonde silky hair covering her face and most of her body. I finally get to her and hover over her still body, looking almost lifeless.  Though, She is still stunning. I bend down and pick her up. My right hand slips under her legs and my left hand goes around the top of her back.

I take her to my place. It is a small tree house in the woods. No one knows about it except me, and now my mystery girl.

Although I call it a treehouse, it is more just a few planks of wood nailed together in a tree. There is no roof, door or walls.

I bring her up into the tree house and carefully lay her sleeping body down. Her chest moves slightly as she breathes. Even sleeping, she looks elegant. I want to know what she looks like awake; what the colour of her eyes are and what they will look like looking up at me.

I have never really been into anyone before. I feel sexual attraction of course, I just lack the empathy, loving, caring type of emotions. Usually when I see an attractive girl around, I admire her body and fantasise about it, but I can't stop my mind from turning dark.

Though, seeing her sleeping there makes me want her. Not necessarily in a sexual way, although I wouldn't mind that. I meant I want her as mine. I feel responsible for what happens to her.

she is wearing a mesh pink dress. It is not revealing or tight. It goes to her mid thighs and lies nicely on them. Her body is perfect. Her face is so angelic and innocent. It makes me wonder what is a girl like her doing unconscious at 3:40am . I plan to find out.

But for now, I will let her sleep. I stroke her face and hair before leaving her on her own to finish her deep slumber.