Unhuman ≫ h.s.

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[C h a p t e r 16]

It was dark, like I was wrapped up in a blanket of death. My chest heaved due to the difficulty of breathing, then again what did it matter I was already dead. I felt no physical pain, only emotional pain. Pain from what I never had the courage to say.

I looked around and wrapped my arms around my legs. I curled up in a ball. I think the worst part of this is there's absolutely nothing. Nothing but pitch blackness and my never ending thoughts, a real personal prison.

Not knowing how to cope I sighed in defeat, what a perfectly good waste of a life. My fingertips brushed a tear that strayed from my eye and I tried to think of happier moments. Times where I didn't have to worry about anything, or make life or death decisions.

Now here I am alone....

"You know I swore I'd protect you." a voice said quietly.

I glanced up but saw nothing but the surrounding darkness. I thought it must have been okay to answer considering my circumstance, "Am I crazy?" I asked.

"No." it replied.

I laughed, before looking around slowly, no particular shapes or figures jumping out at me, "Well that's a relief, and who are you? If you don't mind me asking

"I'm Clayton your protector." the voice said.

I kind of froze, "Why are you here with me right now?" I questioned.

"I'm with you always, we're inseparable." he explained.

That made me feel safer and more nervous. Well the sense of security you get when you under a blanket. Its false, but you feel like it can protect you from all the world has to offer, "How old are you?" I asked curious.

"Twenty three"? he responded.

"If you also don't mind me asking, How long have you- well ya know been twenty three?" I asked.

{An// twilight reference af carry on}

The voice didn't say anything. Had I angered him, this voice? I didn't mean to I was just a curious person. I really meant no harm,I just wanted some answers. I think I deserve at least that.

I felt someone tap on my shoulder, I turned and saw a young man a little older than me. I stepped back in awe. He wasn't what I was expecting, exceeding my expectations. His light brown hair was a stunning contrast to his bright blue eyes. His jawline chiseled, in perfect harmony light freckles dotted the inner corners of his cheeks and bridge of his nose.

"Quite a long time... I guess you have a lot questions. Lets see if I can answer them for you. I'm Clayton, I died at the age of twenty three; yeah how sad is that. When I died, I wanted to do something good, I was a wandering soul with no purpose." he explained, giving me a half smile.

He tilted his head continuing, "That is until I found you. Just a little child, with hope and determination. I saw it in your eyes and I knew then you were going to do great things one day. I also noticed you were different. I watched you grow up before my eyes." he said smiling at me.

"How did you pass Clayton, I mean you were so young and your life was taken." I said softly, not wanting to get him angry or upset.

"Well I was on a boat, as a man I worked cleaning the decks, collecting crabs, and it was a fairly nice paying job." He said slowly, "one day there was a terrible storm, a bad storm, I fell off the side of the boat. The waves were so harsh, batting me around like a doll, took me under and then I'd resurface, then one wave took me under and I never came back up." he said scratching his neck.

"Clayton I'm so sorry." I said hugging him.

He wrapped his around me slowly as if the action was different from him, which it probably was, "It's perfectly fine, Besides I had you to cheer me up, I can't believe you don't remember all those fun tea parties we had. You did invite me." he said.

"I'm sorry." I apologized giving him a smile, he seemed like such a caring person.

"Natalie I only ask you to try to stay hidden and quiet. That means staying with Harry, I know he's difficult to work with but just try. I mean he's really starting to piss me off. He won't hurt you as long as I'm here, He needs to learn how to control his temper. I can help you because our souls are attached....Sadly I can't help others who fall victim to his wrath." Clayton said shaking his head.

I nodded my head agreeing with him. As much as I tried to look past Harry's problems and troubles he would manage I was to bring them into the equation. I want to help Harry I just don't know how.

"You said I was different, what do you mean?" I asked.

He started speaking when a thunderous rumbling came from around us. I grabbed my ears, trying to drown out the noise but I couldn't. I felt water hit my feet. It was quickly rising past my ankles. I looked at Clayton who had a look of panic on his face. Of course he didn't like water because of the way he died.

"Clayton!" I cried out as I felt the water hit my hip.

"We don't have much time, remember keep a low profile." he said holding my hands.

"I have so much to ask you though I'm not ready to go. I need you to tell me what's special about me. I need to know how to communicate with you." I said quickly.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm always here." he said poking my chest, right over my heart.

I felt my cheeks heat up as he called me baby girl. He reminded me of an older brother figure. I could talk to him easily, forever, but time wasn't on our side.

He kissed my cheek softly before he disappeared. The water was now up to my neck. I tried not to freak out and panic but I didn't want to die again? If that was even possible. I don't even know anymore. I took a deep breath before the water surpassed my height...

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