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 escape the background noise of the party I had just 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. I don't care that my dad has forbidden me from leaving the house at these hours, I had to get out. I could hear my siblings snoring, talking, giggling or anything else that was noisy. I wish I could constantly stop them from speaking. All seven of them constantly making sounds. That's all they ever do. A lot of the time, they are happy. I do not understand how they can act it in that house with all the tension. I know I can't. That's why I do not listen to his rules and continue to go on these walks. He doesn't care about my well being. The only reason he doesn't want me going on these walks is to spite me, he hates my happiness. They are the only thing keeping me sane, I don't think they will work for much longer.

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 they are hot or cold.

The ground is wet and muddy and all the water is icing over from the chilled 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. 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 get closer I can tell body in front of me is a girl. 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 her body.

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. But 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 baby 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 4:00am. 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 slumber.