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 My eyes flickered open and I wiped the tears from my eyes.  Before I even realized what I was doing, I closed my eyes again.  I used my anger, my fear, my worry, and my sadness, everything I had to push my way back into Blayne’s mind. 

                I shot through the blackness, not stopping for a second thought to what I was doing.  Running on whole emotion, I tuned out all the logic in my head telling me to stop.  Passing through the light, I only hoped I wasn’t too late. 

                Suddenly, I was back in the small, dark room with the strange man from before.  Now there were three people behind him as well.  Each of them was as scary and odd looking as him.  “What do you have to report to us Blayne?  Have you found out the location of the girl?” 

                1342 Brooke Parkway Fishers, Indiana.  “My report on the girl?”  Images of me went through his head, flashing so fast I lost count of how many there were.  Then his thoughts replayed through the last two hours; us talking and us kissing.  She’s not worth it Blayne…  She’s dangerous.  Then his thoughts switched to a night with a soft breeze and crickets chirping.  He sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at me.  His hands brushed my hair out of my face, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead.  With a smile, he stood and walked to the window.  With one more glance over his shoulder, he jumped out of the window.  Yes she is.  She’s worth more.  She deserves more, better.  If this is the only thing I can do for her, I’ll do it.  I deserve Hell, if not something worse.  “I don’t have any new information to tell.” 

                My heart tightened and tears ran down my cheeks.  I couldn’t let this happen.  No!  Tell them!  You can’t leave me with them!  You need to stay and help me! 

                I felt Blayne’s surprise.  What are you doing here?  Go back to your body!  It’s not safe here!  I deserve this. 

                Using all the strength I could summon up, I forced myself farther into Blayne’s mind and body.  It was a melting sensation, becoming one with him.  I could feel the cool chill in the room on the back of my neck- his neck.  Pushing out all my other thoughts, I opened his mouth, “1342 Brooke Parkway Fishes, Indiana.  You can find her there sir.”  No, Halley!  He was pushing me out of his mind, I could feel it.  My strength was broken from using so much to control him.  What I needed to do was done.  Now that it was done, I let myself flow out of him and back into my own mind and body. 

                Now all I had to do was wait, wait for the people to take me.  I would deal with that when it came to me.  For now, I just needed to rest.  I’d used so much strength, my eyes couldn’t stay open.  It was like Blayne had said, ‘It’s not fair, but it’s life.’

                My dreams were normal; with my family and friends.  It wasn’t just situations created up with my imagination either, they were normal memories.  There wasn’t anything scary or odd about them.  In a way, I wished to never wake up.  I’d be happy to stay lost in these memories and moments forever instead of being kidnapped and tortured to help evil people.  Even as I felt someone trying to shake me awake, I held on to the subconscious thoughts. 

                “Wake up!” a voice commanded me.  I could feel myself slipping out of my dreams and back into reality.  Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, they’d leave me alone.  The hands belonging to the voice shook me harder now, roughly.  Open your eyes.  I screamed at the voice that spoke in my head.  How could someone do that?  Could they all do that?  Could they all just get into your head whenever you wanted?  My eyes opened unwillingly and I prepared myself for a fight. 

                His black eyes made me melt, and not in the controlling way- in the relieving, happy way.  He was alive and here, with me.  “Blayne.” 

                “Halley, get up!  We have to hurry!  You go pack up your stuff real quick and I’ll think of a way out of here.”  Snapping into realization, I ran to my room.  I stuffed everything I could get my hands on, into the duffel bag I’d grabbed from my closet; underwear, bras, shirts, shorts, pants, sweatshirts, journals, pictures, gum, and my hairbrush.  “Shoot shoot shoot!”  Blayne yelled, running into my room.  “They’re already here.  I’m not sure how we’re going to get out of this one.”  He ran over to look out the window and cursed to himself.  “Grab your bag and come here.  Wrap your arms around me as tight as you can and whatever you do, don’t let go.” 

                Wrapping my arms around him, I began to feel dizzy.  The room around us spun and spun.  A heavy wind blew my hair in my face and whistled in my ears.  Then my room vanished.  We spun through another dark tunnel, full of moving pictures.  Each of the pictures were of a different place; some of deserts, oceans, jungles, woods, prairies, or cities. 

                An angry cry flew through the tunnel and echoed in my ears.  With my thoughts only on where and who the cry came from, I let go of Blayne.  His eyes caught mine and the fear I saw in his made me scream.  Whatever would come from letting go of him, it wouldn’t be good.  According to the look I saw on Blayne’s face, it’d be worse than bad.  The wind in the tunnel blew me farther from him and towards a bright light.  I tried to reach out and grab hold of something, but there wasn’t anything to hold onto.  “Blayne, help me!”  I screamed as I neared the light. 

                Blayne was coming towards me, struggling against the wind.  He was only an arm-length away but I was already being sucked into the light.  I was falling, without having any way of stopping.  Below me I saw the ground which looked unforgiving, especially to people falling out of the sky.  My screams were drowned out by the ringing in my ears.  The ground was getting closer and so was my death. 

                An arm wrapped around me and then another.  Right before we hit the ground, Blayne turned us so he hit the ground.   Even with him under me, the impact made my vision begin to spot and fade away.  I was losing consciousness.  Forgetting how to breath, my lungs constricted inside my chest.  My whole body hurt and even my screams were trapped inside my mind. 

                “Halley, you are not leaving me now.  You saved my life, and I owe you,” was the last thing I heard before I passed out. 

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