She is not ordinary, she wasn't born, she was made. A lonely girl that is cursed so that anyone who falls in love with her will die. So she isolated herself. She built walls to protect herself and to protect others from herself. But then a man appea...
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(I really like this picture of Selena Gomez. This is how I picture Chrys in my head sometimes, not full on Selena though, just Selena-esque.)
Chapter 6: Reality
"Head in the clouds,
but my gravity's centered."
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No. How could I let this happen? I pushed him away from me. What was I thinking? I quickly stepped back, putting as much space as I could between us. The soft grass tickling my feet comforted me, I knew at least that had stayed the same. He looked at me with many different things. His normal dull blue eyes were brimming over with emotions. I felt a sting of pain in my stomach when I looked at his eyes.
With one final step, my back hit a tree, and the rough bark scratched my palms. I pressed my back against the tree, pushing hard as I could. As if I was trying to disappear into it.
The Man started to step forward but pulled back. His eyes were now their normal dim color. For some unknown reason, I found comfort in it. When he spoke his voice was as quiet as the wind.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. This whole thing must be so confusing to you, and I'm just making it worse." He took small steps towards me as he said this. "You were in a vulnerable state, and I took advantage. I'm sorry" Silence filled the air once more. As he ran his hand through his hair it reminded me of the sun shining down onto a patch of soft dark soil.
"You know what! I'm sorry you're even in this situation! It's so stupid, this whole thing. I'm just following orders. Just so you know, this isn't my idea." He took a breath and turned away from me.
My first instinct was to run. But some unknown force kept me there. By the ledge, by him.
The rough bark scratched me as I slid down to the ground curling into a ball and hid my face. What the heck is going on? Who wants me? Who sent this oh so familiar man to get me? I was so busy sucked into my emotions, that I didn't hear the shoes slipping across the grass. Or the breathing that got louder as he got closer to me.
I didn't realize any of this until a rough hand carefully placed itself on my shoulder. I flinched and the warm hand was immediately gone. I jumped up and firmly planted my feet on the ground. "I'm sorry too. Being alone for a long time really gets to you." I shifted from foot to foot. The chirping birds and the sea splashing against the sand was the only sound to refresh the awkward silence between us.
"Uh yeah. Sounds good, um let's go. Don't want to be late." He slightly laughed nervously. I barely heard him whisper "I would be in so much trouble." I realized if I was going to escape this was my chance. I turned away from him and ran. Then when I thought I was free, rough skin clamped around my wrist and yanked me back. I tried to hold in my tears as his hand stung like fire on my raw wrists.
He roughly held me down. I tried to push him off, but his weight on me was suffocating. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and put it over my mouth. With him so much stronger, and my powers still not back I was helpless. I needed air, the burning in my lungs screamed at my brain to breathe. I tried not to breathe, but soon my lungs won, and I breathed in.
A tingling chemical filled my nose. The air felt good, but the chemical now replaced the burning feeling of before. I felt the pain in my stomach again as my eyes became blurry as I fought to get him off. I felt weaker as more chemical filled air replenished my lungs and I recognized the all too familiar feeling of the lithos rope around my wrists. My eyelids dropped down and I fought against my body's reaction to sleep. The last thing I saw before sleep overtook me, and my lungs fully filled with chemical air, was his eyes.
They were no longer their dull blue, but black. Fully pitch black. Darker than a starless sky and darker than the deep ocean. I was sucked right into those eyes. Terror filled me and my fears tumbled through my head. Then my eyes were shut and the chemicals did their magic. I was out cold.
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I was in a thick black fog, it was hot and sticky. Sweat dripped into my eyes and I looked around for any sign of light. But there was nothing, just this thick black fog. I couldn't tell if I was standing or lying down, my body was numb. But not the numb where it felt like electricity was zooming across your skin or needles sewing you up, this was just numb. Nothing at all, as if I didn't have nerves to feel or fingers to touch. I grazed my arms and face waiting for my nerves to jump to attention, but I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Then the pressure hit, a hard powerful pressure. It came at me from all sides and seemed to squeeze the life out of my body. I felt condensed as if I had become part of the black fog and I was air being pressurized. Scratches seemed to form in my throat and lungs as if the air I was breathing in was shards of glass. The pressure became too much and my breath dissipated into nothing. I may have stopped breathing but the pain still remained.
My body ached and felt raw as if something was trying to free itself from inside me; as if a piece of me was trying to escape and fly away. The fog felt like 100 blankets wrapped around me and I was trying to claw my way out, to reach the surface of a deep dark pool and finally get that lifesaving breath of oxygen. I couldn't hear anything except the snapping of light and the zap of energy. It was like an electric tornado surrounded me, pulling and pushing me every which way.
Then a saw a shimmer of heaven, a sliver of my salvation, a glimpse of light, my way out of this blanket of darkness. It was far, far away, but reachable. At least I hoped. My body cried out against me but I ignored it, pushing myself up towards that beautiful glimmer of light. Farther and harder I forced myself. The pain intensified as if shocking needles were injected into my skin and lightning shot straight into my very bone.
My fingertips grazed the hole of light. A blast went through the darkened place, shooting in all directions. Flung with it, I went back closer to the pool of darkness again. It was all too much, the darkness, the pressure, my oxygen deprived lungs burning, the electric shocks under my skin, and the blast of light. It was all too much, I give up. Then something pushed on my chest as if it was putting life back into me. Air flew into me, giving my lungs what they had so desperately wanted. I breathed in, and then again, and again. I could breathe! The burning slowly subsided as my eyes drifted shut, finally I could breathe, finally, I was saved. I was saved from this pit of blackness.
Slowly I was raised towards the now gaping hole of sunshine. It was as if I was being lifted by my back. Tired arms hung down and legs sagged uselessly. But still closer to what I hoped was the world, back out of this darkness with its zaps of electricity. As I went up through the gap I was surrounded by light. Even with the shadow of my hand against my face, the sunlight was still burning. Closing my eyes off from it, I went towards dreamland, where peacefully I could sleep. Finally relieved from it all I slept. With a calm light around me no longer burning I slept safely from everything, safe from darkness and pain, safe from the stabbing needles and horrid pressure. Finally, I was safe.
