I felt as if my heart surged each step I took.
The night... cool breeze,
suffocating my lungs.
It felt like a pounding sensation. It was an unbearable pain from the lack of oxygen I was receiving. And the amount of carbon I was giving.
It felt as if someone was stomping on my lungs... non-stop as I just kept running.
Every second that pasted... I started to slow down.
My legs were giving out... my lungs ached for moister, my head pounded from so much worry and curiosity... but I was determined not to stop.
The adrenalin was pumping in my veins but what was it from exactly?
fear...?
pain...?
confusion...?
anger...?
regret...?
betrayal ?
I didn't know what the feeling was.
I didn't know if my heart was tricking me or my mind just testing me to see what my actions would bring.
I felt each one, each emotion, built up inside of me, I felt...
I just wanted to get away.
I wanted to get away from him...
'No'
'That's not what you want'
'You love him.. you cant do this to him now'.
My mind... was it truthfully telling me this?
Was I that so far up his ass that I could actually be in love with him?
Stupid conscious... It was right.
I do love him
I really do.
The only thing I actually wanted to do was not get away from him, but to get away from them..
ever since the day I saw what they did... what he did...
It was as if my biggest fear was coming true.
But listen to me very closely.
No matter how many people tell you that the scary stories...
the shows about vampires and death...
The myths,
the legends,
the stories,
the novels,
the tails...
they were all coming true.
or should I say all true.
and who you ask started all of this?
Lets just say he's not the most average teen heartthrob their is.
He is charming,
he is sweet,
he is caring but don't be fooled by his act.
Under those beautiful eyes... the slick hair, tanned skin, smile that could make anyone feel.. alive,
was living a monster.
