My Savior

Chapter 4

The sun woke me from my nice, long sleep. I blinked a couple of times before trying to get up, but as I moved, I noticed someone's arms around my waist. They were gripping just under my breasts, and had a firm grip on me, making me locked in place.

I turned over, only to see a sleeping Kyle. He looked so cute when he slept, and it made me want to just kiss him.

Why?

Because's he's adorable!

And? You don't know him!

Shut up mind.

I watched him sleep, and couldn't help but take in the features of his face. His jet black hair was more noticeable, and it looked really nice. His tattoo was really noticable, a giant, faded flame going right down his neck and until the top of his chest. His gray fading skinny jeans seemed to fit perfectly on him, making him look really sexy.. Overall, he looked so calm, so peaceful, and it was nice to see him like this. He must have been through a lot, and I would have never of thought to have seen him actually peaceful. One question popped into my head though: How did we get like this in the first place?

 I snapped out of all of my thoughts as I noticed a little tug at my hips. When I opened my eyes, I stared right into his gray ones. His eyes made everything around us so blury, like we were the only ones still alive. You could see the pain hidden behind them, and it was too much to bare, so I closed my eyes, and leaned forward. 

To my surprise, I felt my lips hit something. The surface they made contact with was smooth, almost like a feather. When I opened my eyes, I no longer saw his gray eyes, instead, they were closed. I looked down, and noticed we were kissing.

Oh my god, we're kissing!

Yeah, you're welcome, now shut up and enjoy it.

I was planning on it.

Good, now you can prove it

We went deeper into the kiss, until I pulled away, gasping for air. I closed my eyes for a couple of minutes, trying to replay everything that just happened.

When I opened my eyes back up, he was gone. He was really gone. I blinked a few times, just to make sure it was true, and I wasn't just imagining things. Turns out, I wasn't.

I walked over to the stairs, and proceeded to ascend them, bringing me to the second floor of his house. The second floor was just as nice as the first. There were lights on the walls, so you have light during the night, and even some pictures of him when he was younger, and some of him as he is now. There were two rooms at the end of hall, one with a snow white door, and the other being a pitch black door.

My conscience is telling me to pick the black, mysterious one, and so I do.

As I enter, I see nothing but pitch black, the air around me is as chilling as the winter snow. I wrap my arms around me and continue in, gently hitting a wall, looking for a switch. I slowly slide my hand against the midnight wall, until I finally reach the switch. Slowly, I turned it on, revealing the outmost dreading scene.

I see Kyle, lying face first, completely still on the floor. I walk over to him, and slowly touch his bare arm, sending chills through me as I do.

"Kyle", I softly whisper.

No reply.

After calling his name repeatedly, I turn him over, only to see something that kill me; inside and out.

Kyle is laid on the floor, bloodshot eyes, and bleeding everywhere. I panick, looking around for First-Aid.

After my attempts, all failing, I go and lie next to Kyle. I gently wrap him in my arms as I feel tears coming to me. It's not much longer before I'm filling crying.

As a few second go by, I feel something touching my cheeks. Something, or somebody, is wiping my tears away. I completely freeze, in a state of shock.

"Don't cry" he whispers softly, barely audible, which makes me cry even more.

"Shh, it's going to be okay" he tries again, wrapping his arms tight against my fragile frame.

He's hugging me, comforting me, when he's the one in need?

"Kat" he says softly.

"Y-Yes K-K-Kyle" I manage to get out somehow.

"I'm sorry, but I-I..." he trails off, a tear sliding gently down his face.

"Tell m-Me.. I'm-I'm here."

"Kat" he whispers, barely audible, "I-I-I... self harm.." and with that, he passes out into a sleep.

I gently rub his arm, sure that the cuts are there, and hoe him as he sleeps.

Sorry for another short chapter, I'm trying to get my writing back, as you can see, I haven't wrote in a while... Thanks the support of almost 500 reads guys! Vote, comment, and fan! Everyone have a good day.