*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 2 "On The Run"
Saphira's POV:
It feels like there is a hand wrapping itself around my throat, stopping any oxygen from reaching my lungs. My vision blurs and I blink rapidly, trying to rid myself of the sensation. I take in big breaths, only to have pain shoot throughout my body. My head pounds and panic starts to take over.
I need to get out of here, I think to myself.
Trying my best to ignore the pain and panic spreading through me, I push past the teacher and stumble to the door. I shake my head as lightheadedness overcomes me, leaning against the doorframe as everything leaves focus.
"Saph!" Myra says urgently, face suddenly in front of mine, "You need to calm down. Breathe with me!"
I try to focus on her face, but as soon as I move I hunch over again, pain causing me to grit my teeth.
"Is she okay?" the teacher asks. I look at him in panic and the memories take over me, covering everything in my line of sight with horror.
Blood, silver, a blood curdling scream and then dead, black eyes.
I don't hear the answer my friends give Mr Saunders, a wave of emotions hitting me at once; pain, guilt, panic and sorrow. The same, singular sentence runs through my head like a freight train, knocking every other thought out of the way.
I need to get out of here.
I look at Myra and Tori and God knows what they see in my eyes, but all of a sudden they're trying to grab any part of me that their hands can find. I somehow slip away from them, launching off of the floor and sprinting out of the doorway, the sound of their yells getting lost in the wind.
Every time my foot hits the floor, knives shoot up and down my body, but all I can feel is the pounding of my heart.
Heavy footsteps sound behind me and I pick up my pace, the occasional runs I've been going on helping al little bit. The other person gets louder and louder, but I keep running, eventually finding myself careening past the oval and into a forest like setting opposite the school.
My head becomes lighter as the hand around my throat tightens, nausea building up in my stomach as I continue to run. I race through the trees, stopping when it feels like an explosion has taken place in my rib cage.
My chest heaves with heavy breaths, body overcome with the pain and panic. I slide down the tree trunk next to me, pulling my knees up to my chest as I land on the dirt. My whole body shakes with unshed tears, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of the blurriness in my eyes and the burn in my throat as I withhold my sobs.
