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Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles
"I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I ju...
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Darien Grace
The darkness didn't last though, the Universe wouldn't let it. My night of solace brightened to that of a strange, infinite twilight leaving me teetering on the edge of an exceptionally unwanted state of consciousness. With consciousness came memories, with memories came pain. I didn't want that. I didn't want any of it. This was so much easier. For the first time in my life I didn't feel like I was drowning. I didn't have s.hit pressing in on me from every side, threatening to pull me under. I could breathe and in that moment I couldn't help but wonder if that was what death would be like. Would it be the only thing that gave me exactly what I wanted? The Universe held no sway there. It was the only lasting release and I found myself craving it. I wanted to slip into the darkness. I wanted to embrace it with all that I had. I wanted to be free.
But with every stale rush of oxygen pushed into my body from some awful force, I found myself drifting back—drifting away from the only thing I wanted. Each mechanical breath brought me closer to reality and I hated it. I fought with everything I had left to go back, to fully commit to the darkness. I'd been terrified of the abyss before, but now, I finally realized the truth. Nothing would hurt in death. Nothing would matter there. There was just nothing. And best of all, the Angels wouldn't dare set foot there. Death was my sanctuary and I'd be d.amned if I was forced to live another day in h.ell.
The light continued to invade my senses though; it forced its way into every cell in my body, reawakening nerve endings and the areas of my mind I'd forcibly shut down. It invaded everything, busting the hatches and throwing open every door I'd locked away in my f.ucked up head. It unleashed my memories and bellowed in fits of laugher while I drowned in the pain that they brought. I tried to cry out, to beg for it to just leave me the h.ell alone.
Hadn't I already been through enough? Why couldn't I just be allowed peace for one time in my life?
I wanted to scream, to plead for mercy, but all I got was a slow, sickeningly sweet syrup choking its way through my veins. Haze clouded my mind, forcing me back away from the edge, but never close enough to my ultimate destination. Instead it held me hostage, just out of reach of either side, lulling me back into a strange new land of shadow...
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It had been two days since the Gala—two days that had been so drawn out they felt is if they'd lasted for an eternity. They'd been full of body wracking sobs, anguish matching only that of the life I'd sword to leave behind, and desperate attempts to do anything and everything to completely eradicate Harry from my life. I was broken and dying with no hope for salvation.
Broken images of naked and intertwined limbs, silken blonde hair, and bright hazel eyes filled my nightmares and haunted my reality.
I knew that Jas, Caleb and John were at a loss. They didn't know exactly what happened, but I could see the suspicion and pity in their eyes whenever they looked at me. I hated it. I didn't need their pity, I never had before so there was no way in h.ell that I could now. I was nothing but a godd.amn cliche.
