Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 11// Shining Bright

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Maybe I should have ran.

Or maybe I should've been fascinated.

Instead the horrible truth of everything made my world stop.

Everything around me froze.

The reasons of Lucas being able to read my mind. Of how he knew everything. And how he could get up to my second story window without breaking something.

It was the key.

The key for all of his mysteriousness. For why he didn't want me following him. For all of my memories that have came back, and for all the reasons he took some away.

For the reason that my life will never be the same.

He really was a monster to my eyes. A gorgeous one, but a monster at the the least. A beautiful tragedy, you could say.

But I was terrified of him.

A blood curdling scream ripped out of my throat. The ground shook beneath me. Lucas' face was unreadable through the heat circling my eyes. That's when I realized the floor wasn't shaking.

Lucas was shaking me.

"Sapphire, calm down! Your Mom is coming," Lucas yelled. I looked down to his hands on my arms and screamed harder.

"Get away from me you monster!" I screamed. My body was burning now, and I could feel the flame engulfing my organs. Inching closer and closer to my heart.

Lucas jerked back from me. I thought that it had been my words that pushed him away. But that was before I saw his hands glowing a bright red, like he had just stuck his hands in a furnace.

And this time I stopped. I stopped screaming. Because this time, I was horrified of myself. I had burned Lucas. My world tilted on its axis then.

"Sapphire? Sapphire!" I could hear my mother banging on my door. The doorknob shook furiously in her attempt to open my locked door. The banging stopped, she probably went to get the keys for the bedroom.

I looked back up at Lucas and his pained expression. His hands were cooling down now. Maybe healing, I think? I didn't care. My insides were getting hotter by the minute.

He tried to take a step near me but I held my hand up. Only then did I notice the veins under my skin were burning orange. "Don't come near me," I gritted. Sweat was pooling off my face now.

"Sapphire," he reasoned, "you need to calm down right now. You're going to kill yourself." He started walking towards me with his hands in a surrendering motion, but I slammed my foot down. Little cracks spread out from under my foot.

"Calm down, Lucas? Calm down? I can't do that!"

My chest was heaving, and my heart was beating uncontrollably. The flames were so close. So, so close. Lucas dropped his hands and his posture became rigid. His face turned cold.

"Which one of us is really the monster here?"

He hopped up on the railing, and spared me one last emotionless stare. Then he jumped. His wings spread 10 feet wide as he flew off into the night. An unnatural shadow flew beneath him as he went farther, chasing the setting moon and rising sun.

I watched my own personal Prince of Darkness fly away.

My arms flew out and I fell back on the ground. I turned my head in just enough time to see my veins become more known. And I could see the fire rushing through them, as could I feel it. The fire was now set on track, going straight for my heart. I took one intake of breath before the memories came.

**** SAPPHIRES MEMORY STATE ****

My body spasmed.

And my head twitched from side to side.

Memories from different times flashed on my closed lids. All different centuries. All different times. All different clothing. All different places. All different me's. And all different Lucas'.

But all the same actions.

As Lucas flew away, the settings changed.

From Indian Tribes, Victorian Times, and all other kinds. All the same actions but different times and places. The very same instance has happened through my whole existence.

And I had always ended up in some sort of hospital.

The memories shook, and they were suddenly impossible to tell. All the worlds started falling apart piece by piece as I forced myself back to the present.

**** PRESENT ****

I gasped and coughed.

And I realized it wasn't the memories that were shaking apart.

It was my Mom was shaking me.

"Sapphire? Sapphire! Oh bloody hell you're burning up. I can barely touch you. Wake up, Sapphire. Open your eyes, honey," my Mom pleaded. I could hear the pain in her voice. And at that moment I knew she had been crying.

Oh God, Mom, I thought.

My eyes shot open and I looked up to her tear stained face.

And her mouth dropped open as she placed a hand over her mouth. Yet again, there was that light. A light lighting up her face. And if I was crazy I'd say it was from me.

And I was crazy.

I lifted my trembling hands to my eyes. A burning yellow illuminated them as if I was holding the sun in my hands. Immediately I dropped them onto the ground.

My Moms voice leaked into my daze. "911? Yes I need you to get here fast. 486 Crescent Drive. It's my daughter step on it." I tried to shake my head but it was immobile. A hot tear ran down my cheek. "Shhh, Honey. You're going to be okay. Help is coming," she soothed me while she rubbed my hair.

Unbelievable.

I couldn't move any part of my body. Everything was numb. My body didn't hold the power to feel anything anymore. All I wanted was my cold friend. Even though he might be a monster too. But Lucas was right. He wasn't the monster at the moment.

I was.

At least he knew what he was and he had come to terms with it. Even though he hated himself for what he was. Unlike me. I didn't know what I was. Or what I was becoming. And I feel like I won't be able to come to terms with it.

It was all too much, too much...

As my head lolled to the side, I heard the ambulance revving up our driveway. "Up here," my Mother yelled down to them. My vision started fading in and out. One minute I was in my mothers arm, the next minute I was carefully getting paced on a gurney.

My ears caught one part of the conversation.

"Her body temperature is off the charts. Her body feels like an open furnace if you touch it. I don't even know how the kid is still alive," a woman said. Her words quick and sharp.

They stuck what I could only guess was a breathing tube down my throat. The nurse quickly disinfected my arm and stuck an IV in it. I was then pumped with some clear liquid. I turned to look at my yard one more time and stopped breathing right then and there.

The wolf was back. And this time I felt the familiar presence. When it's big purple eyes looked at me worriedly, I knew it was no trick of the light. My brows crunched in confusion. "Krylan's a wolf?"

A man made me look up at him. His features were muddled by the medicine, though. "Don't talk, young lady." My Mom took her place beside me and grabbed a hold of my hand and squeezed. "You're okay now, My Baby. Everything's fine," she whispered.

The last thing I heard was the most agonizing, painful howl I would never imagined possible to come out of an animal as we tore out of my driveway, chasing down the sunrise.

And the hospital.