All Your Fault

Chapter Fourteen

I shakily pushed back the damp strands from my face and swallowed, wincing when I realized my throat was dry. His dark eyes were trained on me; he deftly pulled a toothpick from seemingly nowhere and rolled it between his sharp teeth.

"No. I've got to go." I quickly poured out and rushed from the room, almost barreling over the slutty secretary in my hast.

What had I seen, where had I been? I all but ran out of the building, trying to escape the bands of panic that wrapped tightly around my chest. My chest began to burn; I grimaced clutching my hand to the pain. Crowds of people pushed me; I stumbled over the untied laces of my boots. I turned into an alley, my back supported by the brick wall as I hunched over in pain. I fell to the ground, the dirt sticking to my skin as I clawed at my chest. It burned, it burned so much, fire was licking at my skin. The pain from my chest migrated to my spine; I arched my back up off the ground biting my lip to keep from screaming. My chest no longer burned, spots dotted my vision.

My hands beat the ground as tears poured from the corners of my eyes, "you stupid, stupid little girl" a Russian voice bathed my body. I grunted in pain, curling in on myself, trying to force away the pain.

Strong hands were on me, pulling me off the ground, I sighed as the pain vanished. My body limp with exhaustion I slipped into black unconsciousness. A terrible place to be.

Bodies hung on chains from the walls of dungeon, their skin starting to rot, permeating the air with their putrid smell. The shackles on my wrists bit coldly into my flesh, I breathed evenly through my nose, forcing myself not to be affected by the stench that seeped into my skin. A jerk on my arm tugged me forward.

"Here's the girl you asked for Carten. Gave a good fight she did, lost six men." I kept my chin up, eyes steady.

"Well, well, well the little elementalist has come out to play. So far from home, didn't mummy tell you not to come here." A hand brushed over my skin, I held back the urge to gag.

Pulling myself from whatever nightmare I had been drowned in I felt silk slip along my skin. The scent I couldn't quite figure out filled my head, wrapped around me, like the blanket I lay under. I leapt out of the bed, where was I.

With shaky knees I stumbled across the wooden floors to the door, tugging on the handle, it opened; I had expected it to be locked. The hallway was dimly lit, the wood floors cold underneath my bare feet. The clothes I had put on stuck to my sweaty skin; I trailed my fingers against the wall, hoping to not get lost.

"I see you've woken up" Dorian's rough voice filled the empty hallway. I lurched to stop, quickly glancing over my shoulder, to find the hallway empty.

Had I imagined it, was I alone? I shook my head and continued on, the dream I had pouring through my head. Elementalist? What did that even mean? I shook my head, wincing as I did so, what an idiot move.

I put a palm to my head and braced myself against the wall, which gave way under my weight and I stumbled blindly into a room. My knees connected with the marble floor and I groaned in pain as my head began to throb.

"Oh my gosh you poor thing." A girly voice washed over me, I flinched, "here let me help you." Soft hands pulled me into a plush chair, the red fabric burning my eyes. I squinted up at the new acquaintance, her golden hair like wheat down her back to her waist. She smiled brightly, her golden eyes glowing; I frowned—I had seen that gold before.

I licked my dry lips, nose wrinkling at the bad taste in my mouth, "can I get some water?" I croaked, massaging my throat.

Guilt flashed across her pretty heart shaped face "of course, please forgive me." she flicked her wrist and a glass of water floated in front of my face. I choked, falling out of the chair, scrambling away on my rear.