Howl

I'm Not Quite There

Chapter Song: 30 Seconds To Mars- Attack
^I just think it fits with this chapter xD
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Chapter 24

What? I nearly dropped the phone in shock.

Instead, I slowly uncurled my hand from around the phone and let it fall onto the linoleum floor with a dull thud.

Biting my lip, I pulled the quilt around my quivering frame tighter.

Something about this reminded me of my childhood. Perhaps it was because of how small I felt at the moment.

My teeth bit the tender flesh of my lip harder. I released the pressure and sighed. I had had enough of blood for one day.

I reached up to my locket and clutched it; the cold metal seeping into my hand and calming me. I breathed deeply.

Denali was coming. Here.

I didn't know how to feel about that. Of all the people I'd had the experience of getting acquainted with (which wasn't many), he was the most confusing.

'When I do something it means something.'

I swallowed. Denali would be here soon. I peeked at the small window on the opposite side of the room; it provided a small semblance of light, a light that was faulty and cast at a garish filter over the whole bathroom.

It was like a faint blue film had been placed over my vision. It reminded me of being under the sea, looking up at the rippling surface as the world continued without me.

Like I was caught up in a moment that I couldn't escape.

I let it lull me into a false sense of calm for a while, then I realised that I had basically made myself a prisoner in my own body. I couldn't move my fingers, or my eyes from the vacant spot they fixed on.

The only movement I was capable of was the natural reflexes of my lungs and heart.

Panic set in slowly. Why couldn't I move? Why was I so terrified?

Then I realised.

Shock had set in. I was going into shock.

Who was in my house? What did they want? Why was there blood? Why send me that poem? What did they want?

Harsh, gasping breaths startled me from my sinking as they fought to haul air into their lungs.

It was me.

I vaguely registered I was slowly sliding down from my lean against the door, the quilt offering no friction to stop it. I was spread eagle, tangled in my quilt and shaking.

My hands tingled, and I numbly squeezed them together. Breathe, I chanted mentally, just breathe.

I need to think of something else, I thought to myself.

Just then the dull sound of banging on my door filtered up to my ears. I froze.

"ELI!" Denali's muffled voice drifted through. My hearing sharpened and I stilled, listening intently. He was here.

"ELIZABETH." Crack. I flinched at the sharp sound, followed by a small grunt and a thud.

I sat up abruptly. Heavy and fast footsteps on the stairs. Had he broken in? It was so quiet now.

What was he doing now?

My silent question was answered when he tugged the bathroom handle down, I July for it to click mutely with the lock, "Elisabeth?" He breathed "Are you okay? What happened?"