Mentally Disturbed

Chapter Twelve

Arnold

If a world was entirely made of black and white, we'd be gold. If the kingdom of Him really did exist, we'd be the highest Angels. Together we aren't prisoners, but phoenixes in fire. We're powerful together, we're mighty. Annabelle is beautiful and strong, in the most internal way. She lifts me up so much, she's like a backbone to my body. Today I've woken up with her asleep on my shoulder, still sitting on the bench of the aloha tower roof top. The sun was rising and my heart was jumping. I shook her shoulder just slightly enough to wake her up.

"Hey, the sun is rising." I whispered. She raised her head up from my shoulder and rubbed her eyes. She was still beautiful after a homeless slumber.

"It's beautiful." She whispered as she quickly stood up. I rose as well and intertwined our fingers together.

"It's a bond." She said.

"What?"

"The sun, it's binding us." She said and she turned her head to me with a huge smile on her face.

"We're together now." I said.

"Yes, indeed we are." Her smile was so genuine and bright, it's outshining the now risen sun. She was the light of my world now.

"We should get going, I bet they'll be looking for us soon." I said. She nodded and we started to head down the stairs. When we finally reached the bottom I felt her grip tighten against my palm.

"You alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah, dandy." She breathed out. Her face was pale though, and she looked like she could collapse any moment.

"Ana, you look ill." I said as I gripped her shoulders.

"I'm fine." She whispered. But she wasn't, because a few seconds later, she completely blacked out. And so did the light within her.

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