I tore my eyes open, frantic. Cherry lips popped out and sung of love to me, sweeping my spirit up into infinity. Worried eyes, alert and hard kept me grounded, chained to him. Suddenly I could move and feel, but it was shaky. I watched my arm brought up to his busy face, a finger twitching here or there, my arm trembling.
There was a tenderness to his face, though. "Your name," I choked. "Your name. I must."
He looked at me, shocked, his face pale. "She's hallucinating-bring me the Springtime Dust," he said with urgency.
What was he talking about? "Your name," I pushed once more. "I'll try if you give me your name. Please."
For a moment he studied me, and for the first time I saw my skin pale, raspberry juice dripping down my arm, smudged on his shirt and face. I breathed in, and I smelled a fresh breeze mixed with Spring and flowers and goodness. I smiled, my head filled with clouds and haze. I rubbed his cheek affectionately. He looked around, then brought me close, so close his breath became a radiator to my cold, icicle of a body. I smiled, lifted with euphoria. My heart flew and dropped once more, cold realization slicing through the haze of memory lost.
I froze, my hand dropping. I was soaked with a slimy liquid and my own blood, in the arms of the worse person I could possibly be in right now, a week from now, a moment ago, ever.
Horrifyingly, dark spots crawled across my vision, dancing as if they wer laughing at my extreme misfortune. Tears stung my eyes like needles, and I was fading fast.
I was gone.
In his arms.
Alecaire Du Cuicadie Everscean.
Alec.
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FantasíaAll her life Raven was labeled as 'That Freaky Chick'. Her clothes, hair, and interests peak the weird scale for everyone else in a high society high school. She gets shoved into lockers, made fun of, laughed at, and on the surface she's calm and co...
