The Journal

Chapter: 18- PS

Chapter: 18- Pleasure Seekers

A/N (PLEASE READ): Wow, just realized there are four chapters with the same day. Oops, sorry about that, but what can I say, a lot can happen in a day. Oh yeah, also a little warning out there for y'all guys, there's a little bit of a...graphic kissing scene in this chapter, nothing too kinky or, PG-13, but just in case y'all don't wont to read that stuff I'll put a warning right before it.

Monday, December 15, 20**

I was engulfed in complete darkness. I don't mean the kind where you are in your room and its dark, no I mean darkness. I could no longer see in front of me as I could five inches in front of my face. That's how dark it was, apparently they had boarded up the windows as well and though I never thought I'd ever find myself admitting this, I was frightened of the dark. Bad things happened in the dark, many bad things and not wanting to find out what happened here I immediately began looking for the door I had came in. Only I couldn't find it anywhere.

Frightened I began to panic, my breath leaving in short bursts. I still couldn't find the door, I needed to find the door, and without anything to guide me I couldn't make out if I was where I had started or if I had somehow moved further away. Swinging my arms out in fear I felt nothing but the air brush my skin as I swept my arm around trying to find something to hold on to me.

At this point I had tears prickling my eyes, my breaths being interrupted by the occasional gasp for air and sobs that were escaping my mouth. It was the dark, it was reminding me of things I wanted to forget, the things that would always haunt my dreams, and even though I knew I wasn't going to die if I just calmed down and rationally headed towards the door, I couldn't calm down. The only thing I could think of was that I was going to die, that this time it was truly going to be the end.

I was scared out of my mind, all rational thought had fled and left behind was the broken and weak girl I tried so desperately not to let define and portray me. It was then I felt a hand grab my arm, it's tight grasp on me scaring me even more and screaming I began to fight off my attacker.

"Hey! HEY, Zoey it's me. It's Pierce calm down, its me." Speaking calmly to me, I could feel as his grasp on my arm weakened, my body going limp from relief in his hold, before I turned around, holding on tightly to his shirt and burying my head in his chest. My breathing was still labored, coming out in fast pulses, and as Pierce lightly wrapped his arm around me, I felt as he stiffened from how fast my breathing was.

I don't know if he noticed, but I was sure my heart was beating even faster. "Are you OK Zoe?" I could hear the concern in his voice and in the darkness I imagined his face, his dark gaze cast down in my direction as his face changed into one of concern that he showed so little. It was crazy, after spending a little over a week in his company I already knew a little of the changes in his personality no matter how little they were or unsure I was of them.

Even though I still felt safe in his embrace and as my breathing finally returned to normal I nodded my head, knowing he knew what I did in the dark only because of how close our bodies were together. When he felt the small, jerky movement he made one of his own, acknowledging my own and soon afterwards he began to lead me somewhere through the dark, his hand grasped firmly in my own as he pulled me behind him.

"Come on, I have a place around here." What? He knew his way in this darkness? But still I felt safer with him so choosing to trust him I followed him through the darkness, hoping silently we could leave soon. I felt as we went through a couple doors entering hallways and crossing over objects before we seemed to come to the place Pierce was looking for. I knew we were close as soon as we neared it as it was the it seemed that the longer we were walking the farther we had moved from the entry way and as we neared Pierce squeezed my hand a little in encouragement.