Allison
Only a few of my senses were still working. Those few were enough to fill my body with agony, and be begging whatever was out there to set me free. Or at least let me black out.
I knew this would happen. It always did after all. I would find someone I began to trust, then they utterly betray me. That was my life story after all. How ironic it would be of this is how I end up dying.
But it still hurts. Like always. And I'm not even referring to external pain, that's past the point of being able to describe with words. I'm talking about in my heart. No, I never believed in that stuff, it's more like exhaustion of the mind.
*THUMP*
Damn I felt that. The kicks were beginning to be felt again. Tears rushed down my face in a torrent from the indescribable torture my body was going through. Make it stop. Please, please make it stop. STOP!!!
I bolted straight up from the fetal position I had been curled into on the floor, sweat clinging to my body like a new layer of skin altogether. Yanking myself up, I hastily unlocked the door of bars and threw it open. Not wasting a second, I sped down the hall, briskly rushing to the comforts of the cement bathroom.
When I jerked the door open and walked in, I found I wasn't the only one who had a bad dream.
Taking a second to compose myself as best as I could muster, I breathed in. "Still cant remember to lock the door after you go in huh?" I said while leaning heavily against the door smirking.
The person on the floor glanced up from their huddled position, and I believe I saw an action close to a grimace cross his lovely features. "Go to hell Allison. You've always had a bad habit of walking in without knocking."
I was surprised he managed to wretch that out of himself. Looking at the beautiful silver haired boy, no, after all he's been through he's definitely no boy, his blood red eyes glistening with tears that he was desperately trying to choke down, the guy didn't look capable of speaking without choking on his words. How pathetic.
"I thought maybe you would have grown up by now Lucas." Said guy chuckled, well it came out as a really throaty sound like when you rub two things together that shouldn't be rubbed together, but I got it.
Giving me an over exaggerated one-over, he spoke with a bit of a joking tone to his voice. "You are such a hypocrite Alli. Look in the mirror, you almost look worse than I do." Humor sparkled in his eyes as he said this. That was good.
"If it will appease you then consider it done mi'lord." Giving him a mocking bow, I turned to the mirror and jolted out of my skin.
My normally golden hair with natural brown highlights that I loved so much, was soaked in my body sweat with some clumps missing. When I touched my scalp it turned red and I could swear I heard it hissing at me. My light grey workout tank top I accidentally wore to bed, was beyond repair. My nails must have clawed at it repeatedly, looking at the damage. Blood was trailing down my stomach in nearly dried rivulets. Shocked by this I brought my face up to the mirror again, searching for more of the horrors it would reveal to me. Luckily, that was the worst of it. A good shower should clear this up. I hope.
I must have seemed pretty shell-shocked, cause he was starting to look worried. Still uneasy about my current state, he shakily got up and walked to the door. Turning back to me he said, "Alright, you do your thing first, but make it less than an hour. Okay?" I could only nod. Once the door shut, I rushed to my room. The door was still open from my earlier frenzy. That alone spoke volumes of how I was not in a good state of mind. Usually, I was very protective of my stuff. Leaving it out in the open like that was......wrong.
Shaking it off, I glanced toward my alarm clock. The time read 3:37a.m. Groaning silently, I jerked the steel cabinet that was serving as my dresser open. Taking the first things I touched, along with the small bag of toiletries perched precariously on my nightstand, I walked back to the bathroom after securing my room. Only slightly calmer.
' That was a great start to my day, huh?'
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Putting the Pieces Together
Teen FictionAllison was an ordinary girl. Well, with a few exceptions. Firstly was that she was abandoned on the streets at an unknown age. Secondly was that she never got sick. Ever. Lastly, she had a strange... ability. Allison could feel something in the air...