When I woke up I had tears streaming down my face. I couldn't be strong anymore. I knew I would be fine in a few days, but now I could not take anything else on my shoulders. I knew I was not broken, only swaying, but it felt like a feather could break me. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath groaning when it hurt my raw lungs. I glanced around the room. I wondered what day it was, something told me today was different. I didn't even know what month it was. I sat up painfully, my muscles aching. I had that same pain in my torso from my slowly dying organs. It got worse when I moved. The door opened and Alec walked in. He seemed surprised to see me awake. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he could start.
"Tell me to train and I will practice by ripping your limbs from your body." I growled. I was in horrible pain, and therefore my mood was horrible.
"I was only going to ask how you were feeling." he said.
"I'm fine." I said suspiciously, I didn't think that was what he was going to say, after all why would it matter to him?
"Something tells me you would say that if you were fatally wounded." He was correct, 100%. Instead I changed the subject.
"What day is it?" I asked. He seemed puzzled by my random question. To be honest I was too, but I felt as though I had to ask it.
"Saturday, May 13. Why?" I felt the blood drain from my face and it crumple in pain. My voice sounded strangled when I answered.
"Just curious." Suddenly Alec was in front of me. Looking into my eyes.
"You can not lie to me," he said softly.
"I have before." I muttered.
"What is bothering you?" he asked. I scoffed. 'Have you seen my life?!' I wanted to shout, but I didn't. I hate pity parties, especially when they are my own. "Don't make me get Aro." he threatened me. I didn't want to talk. I just shook my head at him. I didn't realize I was crying until he reached his finger up and wiped a tear from under my eye. I tried to bury my face in my bedding, but he wouldn't let me. "Myla, what's wrong?" he asked gently. I could not make sense of his behavior.
"Why does it matter?" I whispered, trying to hide the crack in my voice.
"It matters to me. You're il mio cantante, I will always care for you."
"What is that?" I wondered. I had heard him use it before, but I did not speak Italian. Heck, I could barely speak English.
"I will tell you, if you tell me what is wrong." He compromised. I wanted to refuse, but curiosity got the better of me.
"It's my birthday." I whispered. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The tears started flowing more quickly. I tried to hide my face again. I hated seeming weak in front of people, especially vampires who kidnapped me. Instead Alec pulled me into his cold, stone-like arms. There I sobbed quietly, I did not want anyone to hear just how broken I was inside. Why I allowed this. I had no clue.
"I'm sorry." Alec whispered. I did not respond, I just continued to cry quietly. It hurts to cry. I ended up gasping in pain. Alec pulled away to look at me. I could not seem to get enough air. Every expansion of my lungs hurt. "Calm down." Alec soothed, but I could see worry on his face. I was pathetic, I could not even cry without hurting myself. I then proceeded to choke on air. Every cough made me cry out in pain. I was seriously concerned about ripping my lungs. I tried to calm down, after a couple more painful coughs, I succeeded. I laid there, trying not to breathe, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I just wanted to go home. I was finally starting to drift back into sleep when I shot up and stumbled to the bathroom. I held onto the toilet bowl with shaking hands as I vomited blood into it. The blood was almost black, I knew that was not good. I was too drained to care. I ended up asleep slumped against the bathroom wall.
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FanfictionMyla, now a hostage is quickly and indignantly approaching the realization that life just simply refuses to cut her a break and will instead force her to fight battle after battle. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Does it really th...