Fighting Darkness

Chapter Seventeen

I feel like this is really short but I have really bad writers block, like seriously I need ideas. *sigh* anyway:) hope you like it:)

***Paige****

"My dad left, all I know is that he wasn't ready to raise me even though he was married." Nathan says as he looks at the horizon, lock of curls moving in the morning breeze.

"My dad died in the army and my mom left." I leave out the part where she tried to come get me, rescue me, take me back in her arms, but she stopped trying after a month. He nods his head solemnly, we both know how it feels to not have a parent or parents be there for you, just leaving you alone like your nothing.

The good of his car warms up with the sun beaming down on it. "Edge" mountain is where teens go to just hang out, but it's only some teens who know. The beautiful mountain watches the scenery down below. Detroit looks so calm and peaceful, but really it's violent and deadly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Nathan looking at me with the eyes I love.

"Do you ever just want to escape, like a vacation for a day. You don't tell anyone you just...leave." He says. I bid my head. I thought about going to Ireland many times as a getaway, but plane tickets cost money and that's one thing I don't have; if I did I would be out of this hell hole and far away, but it only lasts a day. Nathan's arm moves around mine, closing me in an embrace. I missed this, I missed him. The one person who spent hours talking to me, slow danced with me, and told me he loved me; now it seems like everything's back to normal. His lips pressed against my cheek, my body close to his. It's perfect. My eyes close, soaking in the sun.

The colors melt, falling down the mountain, washing any source of beauty this place, this city, had to offer. I turn my head trying to find the warmth and comfort Nathan brung me, but he's no where in sight. The sky is replaced with a pale grey color, soon over taken by geometric shapes. They fall with heavy thuds, making sure the sun burns them on the way down, catching everything on fire except me. "Nathan?" I call, the response I get, is the shapes stopping in mid-air, creating a tunnel that leads into light. "Nathan!" I scream. Trying to let my voice be heard. A black shadow comes from the misty tunnel. Standing straight in its spot. I want to run to the black mess, but something won't let my body move, the hood sticks to me like glue, pulling skin with my movements. Tears escape my closed eyes, I don't want to see this. "Sorry, Paige." The voice whispers in my ear. Eyes wide open, watching the shapes burn around me, slowly catching the hood on fire. I can't scream in pain. The mass won't allow it, as it hovers over me, trapping my body with the car. Non-audible words escape it's lips, as the sun bursts into a fiery mess, caving anything the beautiful Detroit once was into an ashy mess.

The cold sweat leaves me awake, sheets sticking to my body. Tears stream down my face, gasping for air; wanting to clutch to a human that's not there. Darkness is what fills the room, with red numbers plastered at 3:54 am against the wall. My breathing slows down as my back hits the pillow. It felt so real, the burning sensation on my skin felt like it was happening. "Nathan?" I say just to make sure I'm not crazy. I want him here, I want him to hold me again because that's the only thing that can keep me attached to this world.

I need to calm down and call him. Just walk over to his house. It's not the movies he probably won't take me back, but were we even a couple? Just because we kiss and hug and hang out, does that mean we're a couple?

The closet doors wiggle; I grabbing a loose t-shirt and some pants, jerking them on to my figure. Converse a size to big, slide on my feet. Derek's probably asleep, but he can hear any noise. Creeping down the hallway, I try to blend in with the shadows that line the wall; grabbing the front door's knob, opening it silently, and closing it like no one was ever existing. Dim lights shine down into the hall; walking down it, the front doors open and I'm into the starry sky, watching light sprinkles of rain fall down onto the pavement creating an oval shape. A sound weasels out of shoes every time I step down to the hard surface.

Three blocks add the turn around then four more blocks down the dirt road, I'll show up around five or depending how fast I walk. I just want to see Nathan, I want the bone crushing hug, lip breaking kiss, and never letting go.

The house comes up in my vision, looking ragged and old. My feet hurt, legs aching; the chilling wind bites my exposed skin. Do I really want this? I can just turn around? But I don't want to keep living a nightmare that I can't get out. I need a savior and Nathan is it.

The wooden door shakes my hand as I knock four times. No answer.

Another four times. I can hear rustling inside, probably thinking its someone looking for money, but I'm looking for something greater than money. The knob turns ever so slowly, and I want to run.

"Hello?" A fragile old women answers the door. Pink night gown coming to the floor.

"Is Nathan home?" I ask out of breath even though I'm not winded. She gives me a small nod, before opening the door wider to let me in. Through the living room, passing a bathroom and a bedroom, Nathan's room is back into a hall. "Wait out here, honey." She knocks on his door, letting herself in. "Someone's out there for you." Faint whispers are exchanged. My body shakes with nerves, I thought this was a good idea, now I'm not so sure. I wanted to see him, I want to just be by his side, but with every fear that racks my body, I want to leave. Tell her it was just a mistake, but she's pushing me into his room before I can process what's happening.

"Paige?" Nathan asks standing up from his bed. His eyes are red and puffy, but somehow he looks like he kept himself well. Rolling Stones t-shirt hang off his toned body, and loose fitting jeans that show off how small but muscular his body really is. "Hey." I breathe walking closer to him. Nathan just stands there looking like I'm a ghost. Face pale from any color. I wrap my arms around his neck while his are around my waist not bidding me to move. "You're a fucking idiot." He whispers, laughing in my ear. I give a small laugh, because it's true. I put him through hell and now I'm back for his forgiveness. That's all that matters to me. I want this boy, and I will have this boy again.