Our Perfect Insanity

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Black patches obscured my vision as Jonathan raced through the trees, holding me against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding, he was just as scared as I was, if not more so.

I knew he didn’t want to be under Ariel’s control anymore, and I didn’t want to be murdered by her. She had already murdered my mother and my best friend, along with Jonathan’s ex-wife and his daughter. 

No more people should be killed by her.

Suddenly, something slammed into us from the side, and Jonathan cried out in pain as he collapsed to the ground. 

I was grabbed by someone and thrown away from Jonathan, hitting a tree and having the wind knocked out of me.

“How dare you?!” 

I knew the voice that hissed this, it was impossible for me to not recognize Ariel’s voice, and I felt myself being lifted up by the neck and slammed against the tree. 

Ariel growled at me, her eyes glinting with malice as her grip tightened on my throat.

“How dare you take him from me?! I’ll kill you!” 

“Let her go, Ariel! Now!” Jonathan shouted, before he slammed into Ariel, forcing her to let go of me as she stumbled sideways. 

Jonathan caught me and held me against him, while he turned to face Ariel.

The woman looked at him, hurt and anger flashing in her eyes. I knew this was killing her; after all, she loved this man. 

The same man that was now trying to escape from her with the daughter of the woman that he loves, the woman that’s not her.

“Leave, Ariel... now!” Jonathan growled at her, and Ariel’s bottom lip quivered as she looked at him, silently pleading for him to return to her. 

When Jonathan didn’t, Ariel glared hatefully at me, before disappearing into the shadows.

“We’re safe for now; I don’t think she’ll come back… yet.” Jonathan said, slipping his arms under my form again and starting to move quickly through the trees once more. 

I felt my eyes fall shut, and I took a weak breath.

“Sylvia!” Jonathan exclaimed suddenly, to which I jolted, my eyes opening wide to look up at him, frightened.

“W-What?!” I gasped, why the Hell did he have to startle me like that?!

“Don’t go to sleep!” He scolded, and I frowned up at him. I’m tired, why the Hell can’t I go to sleep?  

“Why not? I’m tired...” I yawned, and Jonathan shook his head at me, looking somewhat disappointed. 

I frowned up at him, the edges of my vision going black.

“Don’t you watch TV? If you go to sleep when you’ve lost as much blood as you have, you might not wake up.” Jonathan told me, and I frowned, feeling like a complete idiot. 

I knew that… I just couldn’t think of it because my brain isn’t functioning properly right now! 

“I knew that…” I said, trailing off as my eyes drooped close again. Jonathan shook me, forcing me to open my eyes again only to glare up at him.

“Stop shaking me! You’re a doctor! Do something to make sure I don’t die!” I commanded, and Jonathan rolled his eyes, picking up his speed slightly as we raced through the trees.

“I’m a psychiatrist, not a surgeon.” Jonathan scoffed, and I rolled my eyes before they fell closed again. 

Jonathan shook me again, rather roughly, may I add, and I opened my eyes to glare up at him. He was annoying when he wanted to be.