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Dear you,
Standing in Connor's arms was one of the most incredible things I've ever felt in my whole entire life. I felt his body heat radiating off of him onto my body. I felt his breath softly brush against my naked neck, making my hair flutter against it. I felt his lips feathering kisses over the back of my neck in random places. I felt his arms wrapped around my waist pulling me ever so close it him making my back touch his chest.
It was bliss.
I was smiling happily. I had my eyes closed. I was breathing slowly and my mind was completely blank. I was thinking of nothing.
It was amazing.
My chest was closing up and my throat felt stuffed with cotton pads and it was so incredibly hard to breathe but I loved it.
As I slowly loosened Connor's grip, I turned between his interlocked fingers and faced him. There was a very dull light swinging loosely over his head and the rest was consumed with darkness. He wore a glowing smile decorating his face but there was something off about him. His eye color.
Instead of the normal mesmerizing green color, I grew to love, Connor had blacked out eyes. Just blackness in his eyes. An empty abyss of nothingness stored in there. They looked beautiful, though because they had red specs all around. Like the stars in a dark night sky. The red stars were everywhere, they were beautiful and different. Some small, some large. Some were shinier than the others and some looked more fierce than the rest. Beautiful.
As I looked into them, they slowly started to consume me.
Connor's smile turned from something innocent to a promise of darkness to come. As their darkness crawled towards me, taking us over, I tried to get away from Connor but it didn't work.
"Where are you going, cupcake?"
As Connor spoke, dark sharp fangs appeared from behind his lips. His dark voice echoed around us and his grip tightened around me.
"Are you leaving so soon," he said it in a very sarcastic sad voice.
"Let me go, Connor!" I hit and banged and clawed at his arms and his chest but it didn't seem to get any reaction from him.
His smile grew wider and his fangs appeared from behind it. They looked very pointy.
He said, "well I would, sweetheart," he paused his smiling turning into a dark grin. "But you got my name wrong."
It was like a light went off, he disappeared.
I looked around in the darkness but obviously, I could see nothing.
I blinked once. I blinked twice. I fell backward into nothing.
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Slowly, as I returned to consciousness, I felt something cold and wet against my back. I was lying on my back, my head resting against the coldness and my hands on it too.
As I blinked my eyes, I saw a couple of beams of light slipping through the small rectangular window on the wall on top of my head.
I slowly pushed my aching body up and swept the place I was in.
Jail.
A cell.
There were 3 walls all connected to each other. One behind me and two from either side and in front of me was a set of bars with what looked like a door.
Each of the walls was covered with a black substance and the darkness surrounding the cell was nothing more than a pretty wallpaper that protected it.
YOU ARE READING
Poison Letters
Teen FictionI'm a mystery waiting to be solved. A puzzle, if you will. My journey isn't for the faint-hearted, nor is it a joke. This is reality. Come play with me.