Unkissed. (Rated R)

48.👑

I awake with a gasp. Flinging my frame upwards in an attempt to gather my breathing, my body violently trembling as If I awakened from a frightening nightmare. I glare around in confusion, frantically flicking my eyes to every corner of the dark room until slender arms reach around me to hold my body steady as I still have not come in tune with my current reality.

"My queen please calm down, please calm down." I hear the delicate voice of a woman, her voice ladened with an urgency. "You are alright, you are ok." she beckons.

I trembled in her arms, but I stopped hurling around, finally coming in tune by a putrid stench of rust and vinegar looming in the air. In her embrace I huff and puff until my sprinting heart rate begin to settle, and I peer around yet again to the room. Everything all around me was unfamiliar, some objects were hidden in dark, but it was hard to breath with the humid heat. Old decorum's were hanging on the walls against the decaying pain of brown, and I narrow my head down to a little brown dog that wagged its tail upon seeing me.

As I realized I was still nuzzled in a gentle grip, I peer over to the grey eyes of a beautiful young lady, brown strands of her hair disheveled with heavy bags under her eyes. "You are alright." She assures me. "Please lay down."

She attempts to lay me down, but I stiffen as a sharp pain sliced at the side of my brain, leaving a blinding headache in the wake. "What happened?" I groaned weakly, peering around to the room yet again as I put the puzzle piece of moments prior together in my head.

The eyes of the woman softened, and as she saw I was not going to budge, she gently backs away, interlocked her slender fingers together and bows her head. "I am so sorry my queen, for earlier you were almost struck by a bullet."

My heart plummeted. "What?" I beckoned; my eyes nearly shoot from my sockets as the memory slowly return.

"There was a man -"

"Please raise your head," I intruded. "Raise it and look at me."

And she complies, with tears brimming the lids of her eyes as she repeats, "A homeless man attempted to kill you with a gun, my queen."

As my nerves scorched a memory soon clears, I remember the man she speaks of, the one with the hollow eyes, and unkempt hair. Shivers race down my spine as I reminisced the look in his eyes as he roared like a demon before pulling the trigger, and as the pieces came together, a detrimental one cleared.

"Where is my bodyguard?!"

Before she could respond, there was a guttural groan in a room nearby. My breath escapes my lungs listening to the low cry of agony, and I try and descend down the soft cushioned bed I laid upon.

"My queen, please wait you are on medication." The young woman dashed before me in an attempt to stop me.

Her words go in one ear and out the other, all I wanted now was to go and tend to the man in the other room, my heart soaring with distress and my eyes begin to water. He lives. He saved my life and lived.

Seeing as how her words fell flat to me, she attempts to aid me by helping me step down, using her slender hands to gently grip my arm until I was up on my feet. And as soon as my back aligns, a nauseating feel overtook me. As if the world itself spun out of controllably, my mind spins as stars danced around my eyes.

"Please be careful my queen." The woman's voice was distorted, but close.

Dark colors swirl around me as sweat begin to build on my temple, but I was determined to be beside him. If I was not already too late. With the young woman at my side, I gently take steps with my eyes keen at the door, but I witness than the knob twists and a blurry figure emerged from the other side. The colors were bright enough to distinguish, a bright green and white attire, and a physique of a man. His cologne only made the nausea worse, and I almost tumble to my knees.