Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

13: Blackout

Violet

Maybe I got scared. Maybe I played a fool when Emily was right in front of me and I ignored it. Maybe I forgot all about my hunger- which never happened before. Maybe I ran as fast as my feet carried me outside where the smell of a rusty river drenched me in.

Maybe all of those maybe's- are nothing but the pure and complete truth.

Because it was all true.

I sprinted to wherever I was going as long as I was far away from the mess. I would know for sure if I was already in the right place as I wouldn't hear another deafening crash of my heart.

"Violet!", Christian shouted after me, but I ignored him, "Violet, stop!"

I didn't stop, and I would easily lose him on the way. After all, I was the top girl sprinter in 3rd grade. But I guess that was way back in 3rd grade, when suddenly strong hands encircled my tiny body.

"You can't just run away from me, you know," he whispered softly in my ear, heavily panting, "I was the top sprinter since 2nd grade."

Somehow, his carefree words made me forget about the present situation and instead, sending me to look at myself, whispering, 'Be ashamed. Be ashamed.'

My chest was bobbing up and down from the exhausting run. I still didn't dare to answer back, nor face him- as he was still embracing me. But I was quite reassured that I was safe here. That I was a tad bit relaxed.

Christian got the message that I wasn't about to talk to him presently, so he held my shoulders and sat me beside the terrace that overlooked the Grand Canal. He took his seat in front of me, keeping distance and respecting my privacy.

"So... do you want someone behind the bars?", it took me time to realize what it meant- which was if I was having trouble with someone. It was indirect, which seemed more comforting. But comfort was what made a bunch of tears spring out of my averting eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey," he mumbled softly. I was startled when he wiped my tears unexpectedly, "Don't cry, Violet. It doesn't matter if you look that ugly, but still. Don't cry."

"Is th-that how you s-seriously comfort a cr-crying lady?" I laughed weakly between snots and snorts. I asked that in the way that he'd think he was doing badly, but in truth I was on the verge of bouncing into his arms and burst out laughing. I remembered how I would always look like a city that's been totally destroyed by a cyclone.

"Eh, but it's working, isn't it?"

"Sure."

"You ready to tell me what happened?"

"I- it's a long story."

"Hmm," Christian looked at his watch, perplexingly, "I'm afraid, my Dear, that we haven't got any time for that. It's waaay past lunch and my stomach is crumbling down and, ugh."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ooh-kay?"

"Nah, i'm just kidding. Go on."

Four words.

This guy. So funny.

Heh.

(Sarcasm intended).

I dropped my eyes from him. I was sure I could trust him. I felt comfortable with him and he can actually make me forget about the bashtart for a moment.

"It started when I was eight...", I began. My storytelling session wasn't really filled with emotions- surprisingly. But instead, it appeared as if I was only reading a tragic fairytale of someone else's life, bounded in a fragile glass cover.

I noticed that everytime that I mentioned his name, he would discreetly scrunch up his nose. But it was so discreet, that you would've thought that you were imagining it.

Seconds after I ended, he looked at me intently, then pulled me into a tight hug. Which was very convenient in my part as it was quite chilly beside the river, and also considering that negative emotions swirled in me.

I loved it.

"I would never do that to you, Violet. I promise."

That's when I hugged back, knowing it was right and well, and whispered softly, light mascara staining under my eyes, "I hope you don't."

I let go of him, and optimism was replenished in my system. It was good to let it out after seven years.

That's when I heard the sound.

The gurgling sound of none other than- my stomach. Hunger.

"I don't care where we eat. I just have to eat."

"Superb idea."

As we stood up and walked to where our hunger would take us, I felt my legs slowly transforming into jelly. My mind throbbed suddenly and powerfully that it made me hold back and stop walking.

Then all I remember saying is, "Wait, Christian. I think i'm gonna have to--..."

Then my lights were punched out.

I went blackout.

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A/N:

So sorry it took me a long time to update :'(. I had this huge procrastination (laziness XD)
which happens to every single writer.

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