Hi Everyone,
Im sorry I haven't written for a WHOLE month, but I officially banned myself from Wattpad while I had my uni exams.
which are now OVERRRRR. yay :) bring on the summer!
thank god i only need to get 40% to pass this year- it might be a stretch considering how little work I've done.
OH WELL. but anyway. im BACK. and raring to go!!
I've missed writing too much. so expect ALOT more quite quickly.
Love you all LOTS.
E. itsallinthestyle.
x
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CHAPTER 8
The church was oppressive in the darkness. The crescent moon shone through the magnificent stained glass window casting a single beam down the middle of the dark pews uniformly facing the large guilt cross which stood proudly on the altar. In front of which stood a large pillar candle burning a flickering flame- which shot ominous shadows around the stone walls and high vault ceiling.
'Hello Phoebe'. The voice that was previously inside my head was suddenly echoing around the churches caverns.
My blood ran cold and a shiver went down my spine. There, sitting in the far left corner of the very back pew was a man, his back facing me and his face illuminated by the pale light of the moon.
'Don't be afraid. I don't bite... sort of' I heard a note of humour in his voice that sickened me. He thinks it's funny.
'On the contrary Phoebe, I don't think it is funny at all. Here look' the seemingly omnipotent voice spoke softly.
I was engulfed in his memories, I knew they were his because I had a sense of seeing things through his eyes- I don't know how I knew but I felt him with me. He was standing in a darkened alleyway; a young girl was lying in a ball at his feet. She had long wavy brown hair with blonde highlights tied back in a pony tail; her school uniform was a little scruffy as if she had been wearing it all day and she wore simple black flat shoes. A few metres away a large non-descript black handbag lay abandoned, and some keys with a pink fluffy key ring had fallen on to the floor nearby. They looked like my old house keys.
They were my old house keys!
I don't know why it took so long to realise that the girl I was seeing lay on the floor was me, but I'd never seen myself through another person's eyes. I was crying softly in the picture and before I could become repulsed by the image and scramble my way out of the memory which so completely engulfed me, right down to the smell of my own fresh blood, I was overcome with a sense of fear and shame.
It was his emotions, so real I felt like I could touch them, so potent I felt like I could weep.
I then was shoved head first into a blur of pictures, like someone had hit fast forward on a video. I could see my family at the hospital being told that I'd been attacked and was suffering from Kokinaima, but this time- from afar- I could see my brother's fake-tanned face go deathly pale. I saw myself, through him, trying to talk to my brother, to apologise, explain but Will's face was feral and wild with anger. More images flashed in front of me from my last year of being alive- the party when Ollie and myself got drunk, had sex and broke up (again), my school play, my exams. I saw a car screeching towards a girl with my hair, and felt the instinctive need to protect her while racing forwards to lift the car away- not caring if people saw my inhuman speed or strength. Next, I was sitting right at the back during my funeral and finally I was sat at a nearby gravestone to my own, just sitting there watching it; until I saw the earth move.
