Fighting Darkness

Chapter Eighteen

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***Nathan***

She's here in my arms, trying not to let go for all her strength; tears on my shirt.

***Paige***

I closed the short amount of space between us, his breathe squeezing my composure out with each puff. I didn't know how to handle this. He stood frozen in front of me, as if I wasn't expected. As if I was some creature that God had accidentally created. I need to talk to him, tell him what's going on. He's the only one that keeps me here.

My hands were clenched into the fabric of his shirt, turning my pale knuckles into a whiter shade. Leading me to the small chair that sits hidden by his desk he takes a seat on the floor, holding my hands firmly in his. Nathan's mouth can speak a whole other language, but the green in his eyes tells me otherwise.

I throw my hands away from him, startling the both of us. I'm not violent, but there's always a time you can become one. "Babe, what's wrong?" That word, that one word full of lies, that word. "Babe." I mutter only to myself. It could be taken as a good thing, now it's bad.

I shake my head, my walls are transparent, both of us know, he's seeing through me like the glass I am; I keep it up because that's what's safe.

"I burned." I say, eyebrows creased in concentration, I don't know how to word that he's less broken then me.

His grin tightens on my hand, as he places the other on my chin making me look at him.

"No, no you didn't. You're fine. I'm fine."

"It's not fine!" I yell, standing up from the chair, walking right in front of him; hitting him on his chest, but he stands unaffected. Nathan grabs my wrist, before he talks.

"You're fine!" He blows, shoving me to the ground. My wrist catches first, making a sharp sound, the pain shoots through me, but I won't let him see I'm hurt.

"You're obviously not fine." I whisper. The collar of my shirt is picked up by his fist. My face is inches from him. I can smell the heavy sent of spirits, and mouth wash that tried to seal the stench.

"What was that?"

"You're just pissed off your dads gone."

"And you're pissed off cause you have no family." I can't move, my body is officially stunned, this is how it feels to get burned. Stung by the fire. This "thing" isn't love, it's a creation of hell, torture, and now it may end in a worse way then I came here for.

"I hate you!" I scream, trying to hit him with my fist that are captured. Violent tears rage down my face, my heart hurts. It's literally aching.

"I fucking love you, but you're to stupid to see that!" I stop. I stop hitting, I stop moving, I try to stop breathing, earning a laugh out of Nathan. I close my eyes, letting the the pain and the fear take over. I want to be dead, but he's the only one that can keep me here.

"Let me fall in love, let me save a life, let me loose my voice singing all my favorite songs." His soft voice is far away, but close enough for me to hear. The emerald eyes stare at my face, watching what my reaction will be to me seeing him.

"I hurt your wrist." He states.

I nod my head because I know, it doesn't take a genius to not figure it out.

"So I wrapped it up." The pale skin that covers my wrist has layers of bandages, coldness over takes the felling of my hand; sending a chill down my spine.

There really can't be words said. Nothing can be said. If we were speaking, it would just float into the air. We don't care enough to see the good, but we care enough to see the bad. His back rests against the chair, him sinking into it a little more.

You're a fool. I keep thinking. He's the idiot. He's the stupid one. It's all his fault!

I feel like I'm tumbling down and there's no bottom. I just keep falling and falling waiting for someone up catch me, but there's no one. There's never anyone. Nathan can say there is, Sapphire can say there is, Derek can say there, but I know there's no one. Sometime I wish there was someone. Someone there to take care of me. Now all I have is myself.

"So you came here to yell at me?" He asks abruptly. I shake my head, sitting up a little.

"Its been-I haven't- I can't function." Every sentence comes out halved. It's not what I want to say, but it's as close as it will get.

His hand starts playing with his bottom lip, eyes searching mine. Probably wondering if I have a soul. I'm crazy. That's as plain and simple as it will get.

"Go to sleep."He says getting up from the chair and turning to the door, shutting the lights off.

"No." I say shaking my head. "Don't leave me alone."

His body is close to mine arms wrapped around my waist, close enough so I can smell his cologne.

"Go to sleep." I hear him mutter.

"I can't. I'm not tired." Nathan's position stays the same, while his hand entangles with mine.

"Sing." I command barely above a whisper.

A sigh escapes him, before his lips part once more singing a melody that's better in-tune then the person that sang it.

His breathe hits the back of my neck as each word makes a statement.

"Ink may stain my skin an my jeans may all be ripped. I'm not perfect but I swear I'm perfect for you." Even though it a song, each word he says wrings out the truth. He has a tattoo above his heart, in cursive, writing his grandmothers name. Most of his jeans are ripped at the end; he's isn't perfect but I swear he's perfect for me.

"Now there's no guarantee that this will be easy. It's not a miracle you need, believe me. I'm no angel, I'm just mean, but I will love you endlessly."

"Nathan." I interrupt. "Do you love me?"

"Go to sleep." He says to harshly. I know to well why he's doing everything, but I can always lead him on.