Deadly Love

Chapter 3

*Mystica's POV*

My name is Mystica. I'm sixteen years old and have been for five years. I'm immortal, but I used to be just like any other human: stupid, restrained by death and oblivious to the world around me. That all changed on my sixteenth birthday. It started off like any other day, dull and uneventful, until I decided to go for a walk through the nearby forest, alone, in the dark. I know, stupid move, but I told you I was human, so my stupidity really couldn't be helped. I had probably had walked close to two miles away from my house when I tripped and fell on a large protruding tree root. I hit my head on a rock that was near the tree root and blacked out.

I lay there, passed out and helpless, a tiger (as this forest was their natural habitat) bit my shoulder, and a shooting pain went through my entire body, jolting me to consciousness, and warm, wet and sticky blood ra down both the front an back of my shirt. My throat released a half-hearted, high-pitched scream, almost instinctively, that went into the large cat's sensitive ears. As he jolted in surprise, his muzzle released my shoulder and his ears flattened in pain. He ran off into the woods, presumably going after less annoying prey. I saw his fleeting form through a haze of darkness and blood from the fall, as my body receded into sleep.

When I managed to open my eyes again, the night was beginning to fade and make way for the sun. i needed to get home so I didn't continue to bleed out, but that's easier said than done when you live two miles away and your head is pounding louder than a drum, your shoulder bleeding and screaming in memory of almost being eaten alive, and your body protesting every move you make. Right then, I hated existing, I wished for sweet, merciful, and pointless death to take me away from this agony. Little did I know, death would never come to me.