Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Twenty-Four.

*Pronunciation of Names: Nissa (knee-suh), Asha (ash-uh), Ravyn (Ray-ven).

MY EYELIDS WOULDN'T OPEN NO matter how much I tried. I wanted to open my eyes to make sure I could see and that I knew where I was, but I couldn't. I just could not do it. It felt so hard and frustrating that I just finally gave up when I realized that it wasn't physically possible. I wanted to cry at the fact that I was handicapped for a while, but there was nothing that I could do for myself.

It was quiet in the room that I was placed in. There was a slight breeze, proving that the window was open and that there would be a way to show the daylight if I needed to know if it was morning or night. I began to regulate my breathing as I felt myself being bathed in the sunlight from the heat I felt on my skin. It was peaceful and made me want to just stay like this for a long time. It made me want to take time and be myself and have some time to myself. The only thing that would make it any better was if there was some good music playing.

My mouth felt numb from not receiving any kind of liquid after a long amount of time. I tried so hard to get my tongue to lick my lips, but it wouldn't budge. At the helpless feeling, I wanted to cry out, but my mouth was sealed shut.

I felt useless.

Not only to others, but to myself. I've never had to be out for this amount of time that made my head throb and my throat tense up. I didn't know what I should so and I didn't even know if I was conscious. If only I heard someone speak or felt someone on my arm... But nothing came. There was only silence and the small breeze from the window.

I wanted to sigh out frustratedly, but even that wasn't possible. There was nothing that I could do without becoming agitated. I couldn't move, speak, look around or anything else! It was torture for me and I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry because I found Lucas. After all these years, we finally meet and it makes me sick to even think about having a relationship like before. I couldn't do that to Castor after everything we've been through.  But Lucas was there for me when everyone was against us. He was there to care for me and give me an emotion under love. Maybe we were never in love in the first place, or maybe we were. I honestly don't know at this point right now.

But Castor, even if I choose Lucas, I could never kick him to the side. I wouldn't have enough courage to tell him. I'm a coward when it comes to confrontation. And besides, ifld only be hurting myself and him more than I already have.

My head started throbbing as I began to think of this crazy Twilight shit that makes me sick. There was no way for me to bang my head up against the wall or else I would have done it by now.

I was just about to scream in frustration in my head when there was a creak to my right.

I wanted to turn and look, but then my body wouldn't move and realization came back to me. There was the opening of a door, and then someone closed it. The heavy pads of feet were heard on the tiled floor and then there was a scoot of a chair. I knew that they had sat down in the chair when I heard the sound if it. It was like a thud on a carpet, only it was in the plastic chair.

It was quiet for a moment before I heard a choke of a sob release from their mouth. The sparks ignited when I felt a hand on mine and I immediately knew who it was. His hand held mine tightly, not wanting to ever let go of me. I wanted to squeeze his hand back, but my ligaments wouldn't move for anything. Once again, I felt utterly hopeless.

His lips kissed the back of my hand and I wanted to swoon at the feeling if his skin on mine. It has been so long that I crave every fiber of his being, but not in lust, only in selfish love. I felt the harsh tears that fell from his eyes and that dropped into my hand. I wanted him to stop crying and know that I'm here. I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I may not love him as of yet, but I so know I'm falling for him more and more everyday and every second that I spend with him. He's taken my soul - if I really do have one - and now he's taking my heart, and I couldn't be happier.