Mythical

The Feelings

A/N: Sorry that we haven't updated in a while, school is ending and we've been busy. This week's regular updates will be continuing.

Nate POV:

Smoke filled the house clouding their screams as the fire burned brighter and brighter. I called out for them, trapped in my bedroom, but the only answer I got was silence. They were dead, all dead and it's all my fault.

My stomach cramped up, twisting into a painful knot. I groaned and clutched my stomach, it's been too long without my pills. I felt the warm hand feel my forehead and gently placed my head on a pillow. I opened my eyes and watched the boy pull out a pill bottle.

"Take these" he ordered as I groaned in pain. 

Cold sweat covered my body and I couldn't get my body to move. I watched as he glided to me, his dark eyes capturing my gaze.

"Open your mouth" he said and I didn't dare question him. 

He dropped two pills in my mouth and poured water down my throat. I clenched the black sheets forcing myself to swallow. Soon the pain began to disappear and a calm state passed over me. I looked at him with shock, how did he know?

Was it that obvious that I was addicted to pills? They give me a reason to live, by allowing me to forget and letting me live in a false reality. Pills cloud my mind and fill it with it's colorful haze and suddenly I was happy again.

He looked around the dark room avoiding my stare.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked. I wanted to know why he even bothered to save me, I was a monster and a junkie.

He looked at me stoically.

"It's happened to me before". His brown eyes flashed with red as he said it.

 I should be scared, but right now I was careless. I reached down and traced my fingers down the left side of his face. His skin was like white silk that I could feel forever.

"You shouldn't have saved me" I said coldly and stood up. 

I can't get close to anyone, I can't hurt anyone else. I moved towards the door but when I took one step, he jumped up and grabbed me with inhuman speed. He grabbed both of my wrists and slammed me against the dark grey walls.

"Don't you ever say that" he said, his eyes red once again.

 I swallowed and nodded feeling his cool breath on my face as he towered over me. He smirked and let me go satisfied.

"Good boy".

Eric POV:

He was struggling through withdrawals, sweat plastered his hair onto his pale forehead. Ever since mother died, I haven't had any friends. 

I was all alone. I backed up away from him, he's bringing feelings I haven't had before. I released him and my other side reveled in pleasure as he took a shaky breath. I backed up and pointed to the bathroom.

"Why don't you take a shower? I'll have clothes for you for when you get out." I said and he nodded staring off into space.

 I watched as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.  I sighed and rubbed my head, I grabbed a cigarette and took a drag. I knew nothing about this kid, but yet I didn't want him to leave.

 I heard the water turn off and I grabbed some old clothes from my drawer. The boy was a tall and slender and more scrawny than me, but he'll fit into my old clothes when I used to be around the same size.

I heard him mumble to himself as he shuffled around the bathroom looking for something. He suddenly opened the door, the ash washed from his pale skin as he looked at me with closed off green eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but I held up my hand and handed him my clothes.