porcelain // l.h

thirteen

Tris couldn't feel her body, it was almost as if she managed to allow her soul to leave and watch herself from the outside. She sat quietly in a dark room, her eyes stained with tears and lips cracked from dryness. She prayed for death, it would have been better than sitting in this room. It had been a few hours since she had been untied, but she still felt like the ropes were bounding her to the chair, like some kind of force was working its hardest to keep her seated in that room. 

But of course, it wasn't that simple. It wasn't her mind telling her she couldn't move, it was something much worse than that. 

A figure stood in the corner of the room, unmoving and quiet. The dim light from the moon slightly allowed his features to ignited in the darkness. Tris could hear his breath, and it sent shivers done her spine. All the lies she told to try and keep herself safe, they were stupid. What was she thinking? All the actions she took, led her here, led her to the worst possible situation. This man standing in the room with her, he was a cold-blooded killer, jesus he killed his roommate over a t-shirt. And she had her suspicions that he was the result of Calum's injuries, the only thing she couldn't work out was... why her? Out of all the people that this insane person wanted to torture, why did it have to be her?

"Listen, doll, please let me get you something to drink." The voice from the corner of the room spoke softly, trying to entice her to allow herself to become weak for him. She wouldn't allow it now, all the mistakes she had made earlier with this boy, she had to learn from them if she wanted to get out of here. 

"No." She said quickly.

He sighed, "I don't want things to get out of hand here Tris, but I really do insist that you have something to drink, you look terrible, it's hot out and you'll become dehydrated if you aren't already."

Her eyes darted to the corner of the room where he stood, "Luke, I said no." Tris felt sweat drip from her forehead, he was right, it was awfully hot and she was extremely thirsty but she didn't want to take any offerings from him. She had to be smart, although she thought, maybe that smartest thing was to gain his trust fully and make him believe she wanted him around. But she had already executed that plan poorly, she wouldn't do that again.

Now, although Luke had made an attempt on Tris' life already and had threatened her constantly, he never actually had any plans to hurt her, to him she was just an obstacle to his real problem. But she had become something of an obsession for him, he wanted her around, he wanted to be near her and no matter what it took, he would make sure she wanted the same thing. 

He made his way over to Tris, his heart beating furiously. "Tris, I meant it when I said I wouldn't hurt you, and I don't often make promises, but this is one I'm going to keep." His voice was deep and haunting, almost thick and enchanting. Tris wanted nothing more than to think that this voice belonged to someone else, someone that wasn't there to hurt her, someone who was going to take care of her, but this isn't the way she imagined it, not in the slightest.

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Yeah, I got bored and updated, didn't realize how long ago I wrote this and how weird I was as a person. Although I don't listen to this music anymore this story became quite interesting and I decided to update it, I don't know if I will again because like I said, 5SOS doesn't interest me anymore. But yeah, we'll see.