Princess of the stars

Chapter 19

"Is she dead?"

"No, dumb ass, she's breathing!"

My vision was hazy when I opened my eyes. Nothing that I looked upon my eyes would focus at. I was just stuck in this blur.

We had stopped running, and I was lying down on something soft. My back was stinging like hell and I didn't want to move.

Two blurry things were moving in front of me, I guess those were two of the kidnappers.

"Brea, can you heal me?" My voice was weak, even though I spoke in my mind.

"Brea?" She didn't answer.

I groaned, "Where did you go, Brea," I whispered. My voice was hoarse and my mouth as dry as the Sahara.

"She's awake," a voice said and one of the blurs started to come closer.

"Who's Brea?"

The blurs started to form people, slowly I could see the difference between body and head.

One of them looked at the other, "What?"

"She was talking about someone named Brea," one said.

The blurs were now gone, I could see them all around me clearly. It felt like the world was way sharper now, and I loved it.

"Is it your friend?" They both turned with their faces against me, giving me questioning looks.

"No," I said dryly, "Or... Well she is but..."

The other men came a little closer, "But what?"

I shook my head, trying to get them to know that I didn't really want to speak about it.

One of them tilted their head closer to me, "Is it your wolf?"

Once again I was shaking my head as my mouth was too dry to keep on speaking.

Fighting through the unbelievable pain, I sat up. When I looked around I noticed that I had been lying on a towel, and that we were in the middle of a flowery field.

Buzzing from all the different insects kept my ears filled with noise. It irritated me.

"Should we start running again?" The voice was higher that the insects, and for a second I thought that they were gone. My head felt like it was going to explode as I heard the buzzing again.

"No, she's still injured," the guy with the accent said. He gave me a water bottle, and I nodded towards him in appreciation. Soon all the water in it was gone, but I wasn't fully satisfied as my thirst still was there.

My back itched, I had to tell my self over and over again to not touch it. How was it Brea did it? When she showed me how to heal myself?

Slowly, I put my hand on my back underneath the torn shirt. The pain sent chills through not only my spine, but every nerve in my body. My neck felt cold, but I was sure that I was sweating from it.

One of them caught me with a horrified look,"No, don't do that!" Too late.

Carefully, I though about my back not hurting anymore, I thought about my soft skin and suddenly I could feel the skin growing back into one piece. When I retreated my hand it was covered in crimson red, just as the skyline at sunset.

"No, we can go now," I said, trying to smear the blood away with my other hand.

"But you're hu-," one started.

"No, I'm fine we can go now," I cut them off.

They all gave me looks of confusion as they all thought that my back was torn up in a bloody red mess. But now it isn't. The bloody part is probably right, but the torn up isn't.