Shattered Hearts (A TMI Fanfic)

Promise.

I stand paralyzed at the events that just occurred. That is until I hear my mother calling me.

"Eva? I are you up yet?" My mother's voice carries up the stairs and floats through my slightly opened door. I hear her footsteps heading up the stairs.

I kick into gear. I sprint then jump over the bed-that still holds one Sebastian-land softly on both feet and quickly rush to my bedroom do and pop out my head. My mother who is at the top of the stairs lets out as little yelp at my sudden appearance. Placing a hand on her heart she chuckles softly when she sees it's me. "Goodness child! You gave me a heart attack," She exclaims.

I giggle nervously, "Sorry mom I didn't mean too."

She arches one of her dark eyebrows, that are just like mine, at me, "Is everything alright sweetie? Did you have another nightmare last night? You look a little pale," she laughs at the statement, "well paler I should say."

I smile at the little joke. Both my mother and I have the same looks. Long unruly black hair, light blue eyes, and really pale skin. Though where she has blood red lips I have childish baby pink lips. We both have the hourglass figures that run in the family, though whereas my mother's frame looks soft, mine looks and is tough from over years of self-defense classes and mile long runs. I envy my mother her movements are more elegant then mine and she has a way of making everyone around her light up whereas I just seem to be invisible to everyone. That's fine with me though, the less people who remember me the less goodbye tears I have to deal with when I leave this place.

"No mom I'm fine. I'm just feeling a little rushed with waking up late." Come on, come on just take the excuse, I think to myself. I add in a smile to sell it off.

She stares at me for a few seconds chewing on her lip, a nervous habit. I notice the look in her eyes the one that speaks of fear and loss and guilt and worry. It's another thing we have in common, one thing that I wish we didn't. Finally, "Do I need to call Samantha to give you a ride?" She asks.

Crap, I think Samantha is my friend and she usually gives me a ride whenever I'm late but she had to go to school early today for a cheerleading meet. "No," I reassure her, "I'll just take my bike."

She nods and starts to turn then looks at me over her shoulder chewing on her lip still, "I love you, Eva." The way she says it isn't like the way you say "I love you" to someone everyday. It's full of emotions some I know and some I don't. It's how she's said it since I was 10.

I give her a teeny smile, "I love you too, mom." She nods again and descends the stairs slowly and carefully. I watch as she goes down the stairs until I can't see her anymore. Then I close the door.

As the door clicks firmly shut, I hear the voices of a dark night. "Bedtime," My mother says. "Can you keep the door open?" 10 year-old-me asks. Moms soft smile graces her lips, "You have Lilly she'll protect you and you will protect her." Then the door clicks. Screams came later in the night. I haven't closed the door all the way since then. I sigh and lean my forehead against the wood of my door trying to clear my mind lost in my own murky thoughts, a low arrogant voice cuts through, "She's right you do seem a little to pale. Do you need something to eat?"

I open my eyes and turn my head on the door towards Sebastian. He stares back, still lying on my bed with no visible intent of leaving anytime soon. I scoff at his "concern" and push myself off the door. I let go of the knob and realize that I still have blood on my hand. I just stand there frozen and staring at my bloody hand. I'm not a big fan of blood but there is something attention holding about the blood on me. The blood is a deeper shade of red then any blood should be, even if it was gushing out of the side of a body in large amounts. I furrow my brows and nibble on the side of my lower lip. Sebastian's voice once again breaks my thoughts.

"Don't you need to go to school or something?" His voice is flippant, it's obvious that he doesn't care if I do need to go to school or not.

I swallow down the bulge in my throat and tear my gaze from the blood on my hand to the boy surrounded by blood on my bed. "Actually yes, I do need to go to school. But unfortunately I don't really want to go, I want answers." My voice is stern and leaves no room for rejection.

That doesn't seem do stop him though, "No can do missy."

I take a couple of steps toward him but stop when he starts to sit up. He rises with ease as if he wasn't just bleeding out a couple of minutes ago, so close to death. I can't tell whether he is acting like he is fine or not. But I'm not stupid enough to think he will be intimidated by me, now that I don't have a knife and he is not weak. "And why is that mister?" I add extra emphasis on the word to let him know I don't find him calling me missy humorous.

His mouth curls up and I have to look slightly away to keep from losing my composure. He answers, "Why? Because I am a firm believer in the system of education and learning to the best of your abilities." He smirks.

I smile a big fake sweet smile. In a chirpy voice I say, "Well why don't you educate me," I drop my voice back to normal after this and continue, "On what the heck just happened."

Sebastian just chuckles, climbs out of the bed and brushes past me to my window, "I will but not right now. I've got place to be and people to see. Namely the fellow who gave me that stab wound." He lays a hand on the top of the window frame but I run up to him before he can slide his foot through the window.

I lay a hand on his shoulder. He stops and looks down at me. Wow, he's tall, I notice before I pull myself out of my reverie. I return his steady look with my own, "You have to promise that I will get answers. Do you understand?"

We stand there for what feels like forever, looking into each others eyes, trying to puzzle out the other. Again I am pulled in by how dark his eyes are and what they make me feel. Finally he nods and answers me, "Trust me you'll get your answers Eva." With that he shakes my hand off slides one leg through the window then the other and jumps. I poke my head out to watch, but the curtains get in my way and so I have to fight them, but by the time I finish he is already gone. I stand there for a moment more then sigh. Guess we'll figure out if he was telling the truth or not later, I think.

I turn from the window and look at my bloody sheets. Hands balled up in fists placed on my hips I sigh, "He didn't even bother cleaning up his mess."

20 minutes later

Throwing my pajamas in my hamper I head toward the door. I stop short getting a weird feeling, hand hovering over the doorknob, I turn and scan the room. Everything seems where it's supposed to be-though I did latch the window-and when I'm just about to write it off the feeling as an after affect of this mornings events I spot the small hindrance.

On my bedside still lies-what did Sebastian say? Oh yeah!-Sebastian's stele. The slim cylinder, about as round as a finger, that saved Sebastian. I stare at it thinking back to the moment I laid it on Sebastian's skin.

"You need to take the stele and trace this pattern with it if it doesn't work fast enough then we will add another." He said. I was skeptical but he seemed so confident that this would work. And some odd instinct told me it would.

The first thing I realized was that he was still really warm. Fever, I thought. I quickly focused and traced the thin white scar on his arm. I gasped as black ink seemed to pour out of the cylinder. I knew that I had to keep calm though and reined in my amazement. I kept tracing. When I finished I noted that I still had the stele and put it down. I glanced down at Sebastian's wound and watched in utter shock as the skin seemed to stitch itself together. The blood stopped oozing out and just before the wound fully closed I swore I saw the blood pumping on it's normal track. The next thing I remember was being as far away from the bed as possible. Vaguely recalling that I had asked what happened.

"Eva!" My mother voice snaps me out of my trance, "You need to get going you've already missed first period!"

I shake my head. Quickly grab the stele and shove it in my boot. For some odd reason I want to bring it with me. With that I swing my door open and stomp down the stairs. Grabbing a banana out of the fruit bowl and kissing mom on the cheek I head outside to get my bike and go to school.