Void

Ch. 21- Attack

"There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have.  A solution.  A remedy.  Anything.  ...I hated it.  Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be.  Somehow I knew I deserved this." ~Brian Krans

Chapter Twenty-One- Attack

August 8th 3012, 11:18pm

Back away, you're taking all the air.  You're stealing it from my lungs.  Robbing me of my life.  The stuffy oxygen is taken before I have to opportunity to accept it.

Back away, your heat is too intense.  It's burning me.  Creating red blotches on my skin, frying me.  My heart pounds and my flesh burns.  My blood boils as my organs are cooked.

Back away, your energy is too much.  It's making my head spin and my heart beat faster than it should.  I don't want to feel your aura against mine.  I want you to leave me alone.  Let me be.

Back away.  I don't want you here.  I don't want him next to me.  I don't want his eyes scanning me any longer or his fingers on my flesh.  My stomach lurches at the look in his eyes.

Get away from him.  My thoughts demand me in an empty tone.  He's going to hurt you, get away.  My brain warns me.

Why should I?  I asked the voice as his mouth comes next to my ear.

"You killed him."  He whispered in my ear.

"What?"  I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.

"You killed Josh."  He repeated.

I didn't know what to say.  A part of me knew he was right.  There was no point in arguing with him.

His hand trailed up my back and grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head back.  My lips were just a few inches from his, his breath brushing against my face, making me want to gag.

His eyes were too bright, his breath was too hot, he was too close, he was too much.  My brain was screaming for me to get away from him, but he was pressed against me, and holding me down, and I didn't care.

He sighed, his breath brushing over my entire face, and once again making the bile rise the back of my throat.  The next thing I knew he was holding a sharp, thin blade against my throat.  I could feel a warm liquid running down my skin.

"I should kill you."  He announced.  "I should slit that pale, slender neck of yours and watch as your disgusting blood spreads across the ground.  Jaxon would be so heartbroken, don't you think?"  He asked and let out a cold laugh.  "You're so pathetic."  He said, his smile illuminating the air around him.  His eyes actually glowing as if he was truly enjoying what he was doing to me.  "Maybe I should do it slowly."  He suggested.  "I should make your mind scream in pain, drive you insane with the agony you can't release.  Maybe I'll give you the pill, just so you can feel me slid the blade across your flesh."  He gave another cold chuckle before dragging the tip of the bloodied blade down the side of my face.  "Or maybe I'll give you the pill and make you watch as I torture your lover."  He said with a huge smile.  He used the blade to brush away a few strands of my hair, creating a small cut in the process.

"If you're going to do it then hurry up."  I said, empty, emotionless, hollow.

He started to breath heavily and push the blade harder against my forehead.  His eyes glowed brightly, he had lost his mind.

No, I thought.  He lost his brother, thanks to you.  You deserve this.

"You don't get to tell me what to do!" He yelled.  "I'm in control here!"

Maybe this is for the best.  This is good.  Have him slit my throat.  Let him have my life.  It wouldn't hurt.  I wouldn't be scared.  I wouldn't have to deal with emotions or the humans anymore.  I could be free.  Why stay in this living hell when release is a mere slip of the blade?  It would be easy.  This is what I deserve.  I did this.  He should kill me.