Poison Kiss

Chapter 21:

Poison Kiss:

Chapter 21:

Ashlynn's POV:

White. It was all I could see, smell, and hear. Kind of like a faded out mist that would not dissipate. It surrounded me, and yet I was not afraid. Somehow I knew that it was the soothing veil that separated me from death.

I glanced around in awe at the purity and delicate state of the one thing that kept me from death. Suddenly, my gaze drifted over the outline of another figure. I couldn't tell if it was male or female. All I knew was that it was on the other side of the barrier. Something about it caused me to draw nearer to that particular side of the veil. It seemed to notice my presence as well, because it raised a frail and trembling hand and placed it gently on the veil. I suddenly felt compelled to do the same and lifted my hand as well. The second my hand contacted the figure's through the veil, an incredible pain overtook me. It felt as though little knives were stabbing into my abdomen. I tried to pull away but it was as if our hands were superglued together. A pair of wide brown eyes suddenly snapped open and glowed through the thin veil.

Wind began swirling around us, and I felt my eyes begin to slide shut. A haunting tuneless melody echoed through the air followed by voiceless words that hung in the icy air.

Her kisses like poison

They freeze me like rain

Dragging me down

Leaving me unclaimed

Her poison kisses

They eat at my soul

Speaking the stories

That should go untold

A poison kiss

Left by a friend

A sure promise

That this won't end

One last horror

To scar my heart

And a final kiss

That shall rip me apart.

I felt a soft pair of lips gently press into mine just before the wind stopped, and suddenly I was falling. The air whistled around me as I rocketed to the ground. With a loud crunching noise, I seemed to plop back into my real body, the dreamlike quality disappearing. My back arched and I shrieked in reaction to a pain that was suddenly very real. I had never before felt such pain. It felt as though my lower abdomen was filled with little knifes and the flames from Hell's seventh layer.

A door crashed open and four women in white rushed in. One of them peeked her head out and yelled for a doctor while the other three argued furiously over who had screwed up the pain meds.

A white hot pain flashed through my stomach and I reached down to examine. I almost vomited when my fingers came back wet with blood and pus. I couldn't help but begin shrieking even louder.

A large balding man scurried in and pulled a syringe out of his pocket. I didn't even have time to protest before he jabbed it roughly into my arm. The my vision began to get hazy and I felt my eyes start to roll back in my head. Before I knew it, I was cast back into the black abyss of unconciousness.

Over the next few days, I slid in and out of life, sometimes feeling as if I was only clutching a few threads of reality. After many times filled with confusion and fear, I finally woke up for good.

The pain was greatly less than what I remembered, but the room still had the stench of death and cleaning products. The first thing I saw was the flowers. There must have been at least ten baskets: roses, orchids, irises, all my favorites. I reached out to a bouquet near my bed, wincing a little in pain. As soon as I picked it up, a tiny note card fell out in my lap. I hurriedly scooped it up and smoothed it out.