The Twisted Ones(On Hold)

Chapter Ten: Lost Angel

TTO- Lost Angel

I have decided there are three types of fire a person can feel: the first one is the worst. It is when your body feels like someone struck a match and shoved it down your throat. When your whole body feels like a bonfire. The second isn't as bad. It's the feeling you get after someone hits you. More of a stinging than a burning. The last one is something I haven't felt until now. It's the fire that ignites when another makes contact. Not just any contact, contact that you've been subconsciously craving, but your mind has ignored it.

That last one is the exact fire I felt when I stopped crying just for a moment to look up at the boy holding me and he gently pressed his lips to mine.

I'm not really sure how my mind was reacting to this. It was like a hypotonic venom seeped into my skin and caused my thoughts to disappear as his lips moved against mine. A foreign feeling washed over me like nothing ever has. It wasn't fear, nor was it boredom. It was exciting and thrilling beyond belief. Suddenly, every horrifying thought had vanished. Every nightmare and all memories had never happened. I was just living and breathing in the wonderful toxicity that is Finn.

A few seconds, or eons, race by until Finn drew his lips away from mine ever so slowly. My dilated eyes couldn't help but stare up at his crisp features. He is wearing a smile. It's not really a smile, it's more than that. It's like he has a specific smile for saying, 'I know you liked what I just did.' While still being genuinely friendly about it. God that smile...

Wait no. What the heck just happened? I was just freaking broken out of a prison and dragged miles away over crumbled city and vacant desert. And now I was just kissed by my savior. What a week so far! I've been scared out if my wits and now they are just clinging to something stable. Honestly the only thing that has been stable over the past three days. Him and then Colt. Where did Colt go anyways? And September?

A sigh escapes my lips as I realize I'm mind-rambling. There was way to much going on for me right now. My scattered thoughts were soon interrupted by a sudden wave- no tsunami of sleepiness crashing into me. Just as one would when hit by a powerful force, I collapsed in Finn's lap and fell against his chest. I'm not sure whether it was my sickly sleepiness that brought my eyes to tear or if it was the concoction of emotions brewing in my head. Either way, Finn's shirt quickly found itself dotted with tear stains. It was all too much too soon. The fault certainly wasn't Finn's though. He saved me from the living death trap. He was just trying to help, that's all.

I couldn't bring myself to look up in his direction, so I just buried my face in his shirt as if it could shield me from reality. My head throbbed and my chest ached. I did the only thing I could think of doing to escape the physical pain and let myself go crashing into slumber in the security of Finn's lap.

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I woke to a throbbing pain in my neck. I groaned and slowly moved from the warm body holding me. Finn. My head had been resting awkward on his shoulder go-figure so I was doomed to be sore the rest of the day. It's not that bad though ,honestly. It only takes a brief trip down memory lane for the pain to dull to more of an annoyance.

Finn's body remained limp beneath as I woke, but I could see his eyes flutter every now and then. He look so peaceful and childish as he slept. I hadn't seen much good in this world, but I have to admit, he looked like a lost angel: full of innocence and purity. His dark hair was scruffy in the back from rubbing against the tree bark behind his head. The area under his eyes was darker than usual. Even though he looked like an angel, he also looked worn. I would say he resembled a beautiful piece of literature that had been written with abused ink. Torn and broken, but still breathtaking nonetheless.