Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

*Pronunciation of Names: Nissa (knee-suh), Asha (ash-uh), Ravyn (Ray-ven).

Hey guys! I'm back at it again, so I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took me a while to make since I had to reread my story and brush up on a few things. I wanted to recreate the atmosphere of the story once more, so please forgive me with the delay. I hope you all enjoy, and please don't hesitate to check out my new works!

I WOKE UP WITH A start. My chest hurt, feeling as though five elephants were sitting on top of it. I sat up in the bed, hitting my chest with my fist. I could hardly breathe and it was killing me to cough. It felt as if there was pressure on my heart, pushing it down and squeezing tightly. My lungs were the same way and when I looked down, I see nothing. Nothing was coating my skin or chest as I continued to breathe at a rapid pace. I wheezed out a few coughs before I began to sit straight without any pain.

I had no idea what was going on with my body as I did my bed to stand. My feet touch the floor, but I have to use my hands and the nightstand in my room to stand straight. I thank the Goddess Castor hadn't made me sleep in his room after this whole ordeal. Knowing the wolf, he'd most likely call Dan Oaks in, then the doctor would be ripped away from his work. I couldn't let him gather more stacks of files. Been there, done that; and it's just a pain in the ass.

So, as I trudge to the door, I begin to feel light headed and blink several times. My eyes begin to water and I have no idea why I begin to cry. I become a sobbing mess as I reach for the wall, but I miss. My body crumbles to the floor all the while tears fall and blur my vision. I can't see because the darkness is too much. My hands grab at the air and floor, trying to reach something that wasn't there. I blink several times, trying to get rid of the damn waterworks but to no avail, they stay.

My fist slams down on the floor four times, and by the fifth time I raise my fist, my strength leaves me. I cry softly as I have no more energy left to beat the floor with, especially when I cry louder. I don't care if anyone hears. I don't care if anyone dares to come check on me. I couldn't function like I was supposed to and I had no idea what was going on. The more I tried to breathe, the more I couldn't. My lungs retract and barely suck in air as my mind races for a fix. Tears blur my vision as I do my best to stretch out and grab something. Anything.

But nothing is there.

My fingers stretch until I cannot anymore, then I feel an intense burning in my throat, and my lungs beg for water. I gasp, several times, and sweep the violet strands of hair out of my face. Only for them to fall back and tickle my cheeks, so I huff my last breathe out in anger and in fear. If I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move or even attempt to use my magic. I was hopeless. I am hopeless.

So I cried. I cried until I had nothing left.

Soon, I couldn't breathe because of this phenomenon. I was crawling, digging at the carpet for help or to make noise, but there was no one. I couldn't even open my eyes to find something to help me sit up. My heart thumps faster in my chest as I begin to weaken. The harsh reality smashes into the room, and I know my end is near.

I cry for Castor, wondering where he could be. Any of the wolves would have heard me by now, even Nissa and Asha. The only possible solution I could think of was because I had been unstable. All the weird sensations and barely enough air to breathe, there has to be something wrong with me. If I couldn't sound out a beacon for my survival, then there was no hope for me. My lungs were probably malfunctioning from the pain in my ribs, and now I have to wait for my strength to come back in order to heal. The agonizing torture was horrible. I need to find Nissa and Asha, quickly.

My arms fail me as I attempt to scoot towards the door. My body only moves an inch from where I was before. Tears run down my cheeks while I crawl to the door. Suddenly, I became stronger. I'm strong enough to crawl a few feet before I had to stop. I couldn't raise my head much, but I could move faster. My smile was beginning to take over my face. My strength was beginning to come back!