Eyes Of Lia (Slowly Editing/Updating)

Little Peice if Heaven

••Chapter Eleven••

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Not sure,"

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

I heard unfamiliar voices everywhere. I tried to move a little, but I was hit with more pain. I groaned. This was not good.

"She is waking..."

"Yes, yes she is,"

"I should leave."

"Why must you?"

"My presence will scare her."

"You know her?"

"Who doesn't?"

These sounded familiar. I couldn't place who's they were. This was difficult. I wanted to open my eyes, but my eye kids were to heavy. I felt movement on my side. A hand touched mine and I gently felt another hand hold mine. I wanted to open my eyes and know who was doing such a gesture but I couldn't. It made me frustrated that I can't form the most simple of all acts. I felt a small squeeze. I wanted so badly to reach out and have that person talk to me, tell me their name, and wish for them to tell me what happened.

I didn't get anything though. It was just a silence. Was it Damon? or Oliver? I wanted to know.

Almost as soon as they were holding my hand, they let go. It was slow and I could here footsteps slowly walking around to my other side. Three simple words were spoken. "You Should've Died."

With that the footsteps left. I felt scared, I couldn't open my eyes, see who said those awful words. I tried to do simple things. Move my fingers, kinda. Try again. Finally little by little my fingers moved without much effort anymore. I them tried my toes, wrists and arms. Soon I got the hang of moving my limbs. My main problem has not been solved, my vision. I still see nothing.

I heard a person shuffling in the distance. It seemed muffled, which meant I was in a room or something with a wall or door blocking the sound. I laid still. I heard a soft creek and the footsteps get closer. I then heard eye piercing scratching cause by something being dragged across the floor, a chair perhaps? I felt a warm hand on my arm and another hand gently brush the hair out of my face. The touch was light and sentimental. So I think, It was hard to tell when your eyes are closed and all you can see is darkness.

"Come back to us please..." I barely heard a voice say.

There was a moment of silence, then the voice was a little louder, "Please come back to us Lia.... I miss you." I recognized the voice.... it was Oliver.

His voice was so shaky and quiet. I felt something wet on my arm. "I am sorry, I should have never took you out here, I should have never put such an idea or running away inside your head. I should have just left you alone and not messed with you.. I never was going to give you to the general for reward money. The King would just wait until they give up with trying to kill you as a threat. I know they would eventually kill you. I couldn't live with myself after such a crime..." His voice cracked and was filled with so much emotion, even the devils cold dead heart would ache.

I wanted to open my eyes and say everything was okay, that I forgave him. But at the same time, I couldn't. He was the one who took me here, but out of my own stupidity and stubbornness I ended up here as well. I tried to open my eyes, no use it didn't work. I tried to open my mouth. It didn't work. I tried to turn my head. That didn't work either. I did what I could only do... I squeezed his hand.

I heard a gasp. "Lia?"

I concentrated and slightly moved my head. I hoped he saw.

"Lia.. Lia?" His hand squeezed mine again.