Hey, so it's me up here once again. It's really just to say two things: 1. I'm trying to update on a regularish basis, basically every 4-5 days, so you can expect one then. 2. I'm sorry about how anaemic this story has become of Natey, but this is all part of my plot and remember, absence only makes the heart grow fonder, people! I know everything is getting super intense right now, but come on, we're getting to the climax here! I honestly am writing this to shock you and thrill you and make you gasp and cry and laugh, so please please comment below on what you think, they really motivate me.
Remember, I love yo faces, and THANKS FOR READING! xxx
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By the time I open my eyes, my bedroom is a warm, golden colour, courtesy of the sunlight streaming in through my half-open curtains. My bed is warm and soft, and I lie there, for a moment completely content.
And then last night comes slamming down on me.
I groan, rolling over into my pillow, as all the horrible thoughts that have been tormenting me all night come stabbing back through my brain with their malicious little knives of guilt.
How do you think Nate spent the night? You think you’ve had a bad night, tossing and turning in your bed, but he’s been beaten, clawed and drugged, and is locked up with no hope of escape. And it’s all your fault.
The voice in my head no longer sounds like Nina. It sounds like Katherine Lovell, and I can almost see her standing there before me, her big grey eyes huge and accusing.
I wouldn’t have been caught; my brothers wouldn’t have been caught, if it had not been for you.
In my mind’s eye, I see her slim figure, falling under the onslaught of gunfire, wailing for her brother. I owe these vampires. I owe them their lives.
‘Baby girl? Sweetheart?’ I hear my bedroom door open, and then a weight at the foot of my bed. ‘Darling, are you okay?’
I force myself to sit up, pinning a smile on my face that feels as fake as if it had been painted on. But Mum doesn’t notice. She returns my smile, her eyes roving over my face. ‘Morning sleepyhead. Did you have a good sleep?’
‘Mm, I feel so much better.’ The lie slips out from my lips effortlessly, like I’ve prepared it. I feel shocked at myself, but also relieved. I don’t think she would react well to me saying that I only finally, thankfully, fell asleep at five ‘o’ clock this morning, and I feel as if I have barely closed my eyes. I don’t think she would react well to me saying that I cried for hours last night into my pillow, until I finally fell silent, exhausted. And I really don’t think she would react well to me admitting that I feel an awful sense of disappointment that after trying so hard last night, I did not dream of Nate.
What’s the point of being a Seer if I can’t control the things I see?
‘I’m glad,’ says Mum, standing up and opening the window. ‘I think I’ve had the first proper sleep in months, now that I no longer have to worry about them coming after you.’ She smiles at me as she walks back across the room, busying herself with my chest of drawers.
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