Perilous

Chapter 11

Amira's pov

I couldn't walk down the hall without having at least two guards following me. Everywhere I turned there was a guard, the security improved a large amount due to the invasion a couple weeks ago. Everyone seemed to be back to normal, no more breakdowns in the middle of training, or skipping lunches to mourn after lost ones. But there were still a few of us left haunted. I see it in some of their eyes when we walk past one another. I see fear, horror, and a long for revenge. Although I can't help to think some of the revenge is avenged towards me.

Everyday I'd go to training thinking I'd see Marshall, but he'd never show. I haven't seen him for almost 3 months, I've come to the thought that he wants it that way. He's avoiding seeing me, and I can't hide the fact that it hurts, bad. I want to hear his voice, see his beautiful blue eyes and the lips I once kissed. But he's not here, and I'm walking the dark hall in terror afraid to blink. As I took a right and entered my room, the guards finally let me be. Although I wasn't in there alone, I opened the door to see a worn out Michael sitting on my bed, looking down at the ground until he finally looked up. He looked different almost. His facial hair was grown out as was his hair, he had a shoulder cast and his eyes looked greener.

There was a tint of light in his eyes when he saw me, he stood up and walked over to me giving me one of his tight hugs. "Amira, oh my god I missed you." He breathed into my hair. I didn't know what to say, I missed him but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that.

"Michael." Was all I said. I didn't notice the door was closed and we were left alone until we broke apart from the hug. He pulled out the chair that was resting by the desk, placed it where I was standing and told me to sit. So I did. I looked at him and I could see something different, I'm not sure if it was negative or positive but something had changed in him. He sat back down on the bed, sitting across from me. He didn't waste time.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around. I-I had things to work out and needed time to think." He looked at me with a plead of acceptance.

"It's really okay, it's hasn't been that lonely." Once I said this, he flinched.

"Marshall been round here?" He asked. God, his name makes me flinch. I looked down when I answered, "Oh, no he hasn't. I haven't seen him since the attack.."

Michael let out a deep breath, spread his legs out and said he hasn't seen him since then either.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

He looked at me for a minute before replying.

"Now, is that your business?"

He said it in such a harsh tone, I was took back. This isn't Michael.

"Oh uh I-I'm sorry I was just wond-" I started rambling although he cut me off,  "I'm only joking Amira," he smiled then continued "I've been out at my cabin getting things done like I said."

I only nodded.

"What happened to your arm?" I couldn't help but ask. He looked at it and frowned, then looked back to me and smiled. "A wild dog bite.  It took me a bit to get some help so the infection grew deeper into my skin. It should be good soon though."

"Oh damn. You should have came here to me, I would of helped you Michael." I said.

"Eh thought you might be busy, plus they don't want me here, I'll answer why later don't worry about it right now. It's just us right now." He moved in closer to me, grabbed my face with his hand and I couldn't help but putting my face against it myself. I haven't felt anything like this since Marshall. He's not here and Michael is.

I know what I can have and can't. I just wish Marshall was the one I can have, not Michael.

He was leaning in, getting ready to kiss me, until a faint knock was heard on the door and came in someone I didn't know was still alive.