\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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I feel a rush of cold air hit my cheeks, and it manages to send chills down my spine, goosebumps appearing all over my arms, though my long sleeve shirt is covering my arms, but that isn't the problem. The problem is that I feel an absence of clothing from my stomach, torso, and rib cage. I feel my eyes opening, very slowly, and I almost involuntarily bring my knee around to kick the boy who has furrowed brows and is working his warm yet calloused hands around my wound.
A startling groan escapes my lips as I feel his hands hit something, pain fluttering from there onward, coursing through my body in all directions. I bring a hand to my eyes, rubbing them to get rid of the haziness that remained from sleep.
"Don't move," his voice demands, though it's so familiar.
"What happened?" I ask, seeming that all memories from last night have vanished, lost in my long-term memory, like a small case of amnesia, though I don't know how that's possible in any way.
"Shhh," he tells me, though I'm reluctant, as soon as I feel something sharp impale me, I understand why he needs the silence, though I can't hold back the screams as my eyes fly shut.
I thrash around, which only causes more pain to come rushing through my veins.
"Vivian, hold still! I almost got it!" I feel their other hand - the left one - come to rest on my rib, my skin burning under their touch. They push the sharp utensil further into my side, and I bite back the urge to scream, which only causes blood to come from my tongue.
Just then, I feel the object being pulled from my flesh, though I feel something also being pulled with it. I open my eyes, they immediately flicker to the face of the boy, though I'm somehow not surprised when I see his blue eyes studying the wound, his hand still occupying the skin above my rib, applying little to no pressure.
He pulls his hand away though, and the warmth follows, the bitter coldness from before returning in a millisecond. Alakade opens his palm, the left one, and drops a blood covered, miniature object into it, just as his eyes connect with mine.
"You were shot, Vivian."
"Good to know," I state in a semi-sarcastic voice, not sitting up, but remaining laying down on the seat. A quick sigh of pain escapes my lips as I feel yet another thing being poked into my skin as if I'm being amputated.
"Ow!" I exclaim, rather dramatically, as the needle once again pierces me, and again, and again. "What are you doing, Alakade?!" I shout.
"Sewing the skin together, the shot's too deep for it to heal on its own, now if you wouldn't mind shutting up for twenty more seconds, that'd be great!" He bluntly states, sass embedded in his tone.
"So help me, Vincent, once you're done, my fist will be all up in your face!" I poorly threaten.
"I'd love to see you try, Faith."
I feel my cheeks go red with anger, my blood boiling. "I hate you, Alakade," I say, glaring up at the ceiling of the car.
"You're a horrible lier, Vivian," he states, his eyes focused on the stitches, his hands weaving the needle back and forth, sewing the skin together like a doctor's hands would.
And it seems like forever until he's done.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't mean for it to be that short, but oh well...I hope that you enjoyed!
