The Bitten

Chapter 3. Emptiness Hurts the Heart

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Chapter 3

Emptiness hurts the heart. 

            The elevator ascends to the lonely, empty house that awaits me. I’ll be evicted soon. I will be sent to the single existing orphanage, I know it. Someone else will buy the hospital, my home, and unknowingly live where I grew up: sleep where I’ve slept, and eat where I’ve eaten. They’ll be blind to the history. I don’t know what to do anymore; I’m sure Minor will leave for another Bitten rescuing, and then I’ll have no one. I already have no one. Still, he being the best friend I’ve ever had manages to trip me in my thought process. I may not have known him for an eternity, but sometimes you can instantly connect with certain people. I think, but then, how much do I really know about him?

            The doors interrupt my thoughts with their atrocious creaking as they open to my single door, confirming the end of the small familiar hallway. I walk into it and search my pockets for my key as I near the door. Oh, wait. I’m wearing running leggings. I figure in theory I could go downstairs and ask for a key, but what’s the point? I’ll be kicked out soon enough and my mom is dead.

Then, alone in my hallway, I’m smacked in the face with the harsh reality that I really am all alone. I finally crack under the weight of my petty little world; it crushes me. With the hateful tears on my face, I feel my body crash to the floor while the room spins faster and faster. I begin to cough violently and tremble, but I don’t care. I continue to cry. I want nothing more than to be freed from this cruel existence; everyone has left me here in this nightmare of an excuse for a world. My head pounds increasingly louder with each cough. Soon, it pounds me into a deep sort of bottomless blackness.

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            Shaking, shaking, I’m shaking. My eyes snap open, and I gather that it is Minor who has me learned up against my door with his hands shaking me on my shoulders. He is all cleaned up in fresh clothing. He locks those now piercingly green eyes on my own dull hazel pair. I don’t want it to be him anymore. Hasn’t he hurt me enough? He made it very clear, in my opinion, that he was leaving and wanted no part of being by my side.

Did I misread that? No. Unfortunately, sometimes we have to face reality. I tell myself as I sit up taller. He doesn’t move his hands from my shoulders. He looks concerned. He has no right to be. Accompanied by a scowl, the first thing that escapes my angry lips is, “Don’t touch me.”

He hesitates with an educated, “Uh..uuhem..I..”

I don’t let him gather his bearings before I smack his hands away and slam my back further into the door. “Why are you here?”

            He rocks back on his heels with the look of a wounded dog on his face. “I-I can go.” Minor raises an eyebrow and points over his shoulder to the elevator. When I answer with only a wicked stare, he gets up and sulks to the elevator. As he presses the button, he begs me with his eyes; even from such a distance it’s an intense moment.

            I give. He is all I have left, but I’m not about to let him off easy. I release my taught shoulders and allow him one word, “Wait.”

            The elevator door opens. He his face lights up, but hesitates, “Are you sure?”

            “No.” Well, I can’t lie to him. “Don’t push it.”