She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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I used to get this sensation in my body where everything would tingle and feel numb, but not a single member of my body could be moved. And right now this is exactly what I am feeling as my eyes are shut, keeping the exterior dim light from coming into vision. However, this would only happen after a beating received by Thomas, my body in the need to recuperate.
So, I reach into the inner sensations in my body and mind to think about what could have gotten me into this phase. Slowly, painful memories resurface. And the latest action I have inflicted upon myself hits me like a blow.
I am dead.
The thought crosses my mind and some dread fills me up. I don't know what to expect if I open my eyes right now, and I would be lying to myself if I said that I was not about to pee my pants. That is if I have any on me right now...
Fighting against the cloudy sensations in my body, I slowly regain feelings in my body. Clothes and warmth surround me, but as I scan my body for any unknown surprises, my heart stops. Something is touching my hand. A comforting feeling nearly burning my fingers at its touch.
I force my eyes to open only to get blinded by the light in the room. A room. My eyes start to dart everywhere from the ceiling before slowly going down as confused thoughts cross my mind.
This is not what heaven looked like in my head. At all. A light blue room, luxuriously furnished with couches and a hospital-looking bed with...
No...
The air gets knocked out of my lungs when I see him. When my eyes cross his beautiful cinnamon-brown eyes. NO! He can't be here.
His look shifts from surprise to slowly warmth as I keep my gaze focused on him, unable to comprehend his presence here. He can't be here. He didn't... he couldn't have died as well right? My mind is only tricking me into thinking that the sole purpose of my life is right in front of me...
It's only a trick... I would be feeling his hand in mine-
Light and burning, I take conscious of his touch covering my hand, enveloping it in a comfortable touch.
"It-It's not possible..." My voice is raw as I whisper these words in shock. I stare at his hand and jump when I feel him squeeze his hand around me reassuringly. "You're not here..." I mutter again, convinced that my mind is playing tricks.
"No, I'm here princess. I'm here," he responds, his voice gentle and sure.
That voice resonates in my ears and I quickly rip my hand out of his grasp, as if he had burned me. He is truly here and I am not dead, am I?
"You're safe. You're okay, it's okay." Rhys says, noticing my inner panic immediately, as I try to get him away from me.
I can't have him near me. I can't feel this type of pain again. Not having him remember me... It's worse than all, and I can't go through with it. I need to distance myself quickly... I need to...
