Apocalypse girl (on hold)

The time

Lacey's POV

"I don't think that will work," I mumble. He walks away going to look for something in a different room. I reach up and touch my gash. Blood sticks to my fingers as I try and determine how deep it is.

I hear Trey in the next room moving stuff around as he looks for something.

I pull my fingers back and wipe them on my pants. I might have to fix it up myself if he doesn't hurry. I look around noticing a rustic looking table with a kerosene lamp o it. That's must of been what I saw giving off the light first night I came here.

I hear footsteps and look at the ground as trey starts to kneel in front of me. He looks so much better up close I think to myself. I mentally slap myself this is not the time to be thinking of that kind of stuff.

I jerk my head back when he presses on my cut to hard. I hold up a hand between us as I start to panic. Oh no this is not good. I'm Lacey I am 17 years old••, I say over and over in my head as I feel my throat start to close up. Trey looks at me we worriedly. I try taking a breath in and I see his lips move ,but I don't hear a sound come out. My vision starts to darken and I realize I'm about to pass out. the last thought that goes through my head is what the hell.

Treys POV

I go into the other room and look for something stinger to clean and dress her wound with. I move things around till I find what I am looking for. I go and kneel in front of her. she doesn't really look at me , but it looks as if she is having a internal conflict.

She suddenly pulls her head back and puts her hand up as a barrier between us. her whole demeanor changes going from a calm to a panic. her breathing quickens and I try to call out her name receiving no response. her eyes get a real far away look. Like she is looking at me from a mile away. she suddenly falls limp against the back of the couch with me hovered over her.

I try to calm my panicked heart. I run a bloody hand through my hai and look up thinking. I gotta do something. I pick her up with an ease and walk to my room laying her on my makeshift bed covering her the best I can.

I finish cleaning her wound and sit in a chair on the far side of the room. I watch emotions flick across her face as I sit watching her until the sky is a dark black.

Suddenly the silence I have gotten accustom to is gone and replaced by a high pitched scream. I stand up and see her crying and leaning up on an arm wiping away tears. She turns her head and sees me. Her expression changes so quick I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash. She no longer shows any emotion. She is as solid as a piece of steel now. I slowly walk over to her hearing her take a sharp breath in.

Lacey's POV

I fade in and out of the dream state trying not to let it engulf me. I put up a good fight unroll I am to tired to try any more. I am surrounded by my worst nightmare.