Awakened

Connections

I flop down to the floor, drenched in water, and cough some of it up. I lie on my back. Tears are streaming down my face and there are scratches all over my arms. I thought that leeches were sucking on my skin.

Edward rolls his eyes. "Oh, stop being so dramatic," he says.

I look down at my clothes and they are dry. So is my hair. "Please," I plead, "stop this."

"Pleading will get you nowhere. I'm going to torture you until you break. And I know just how to do it." He looks behind me. "Look who decided to join us."

I wearily turn around. My heart soars when I see Harry's familiar face. It's covered in bruises and blood. His hands are tied together by a thick rope. "Harry!"

He kneels by me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Edward jerks him back and gives him a swift kick to the ribs.

I scream as he grunts in pain. "Leave him alone! PLEASE!"

Edward glances at me and punches Harry in the face. Blood comes out of his mouth and he spits it out.

I'm full on sobbing and crawl to him. My heart twists seeing him in so much pain

"Let's see how strong your love for him really is," Edward says. "One of you will die tonight. The question of who rests in your hands. The one who lives will not be bothered again by anyone from the organization. They will be banned from hurting you or the people you care about."

I tug at my hair and try wiping away my tears as quickly as they come. Harry and I both have our whole lives ahead of each other, but not having him in my life isn't one worth living. Hopefully in the future, he will fall in love with some nice girl and marry her and have kids and grow old together.

"No! Y/N, I know what you're thinking don't do it! Pick me," Harry pleads with glistening eyes.

I gaze at the boy I love, not saying anything, and give him a sweet kiss.

"Have you decided?" Edward asks with a smirk.

God, how I want to wipe it off his smug little face with my fist. I nod instead. "I pick myself."

"To what?"

I swallow hard. "To die."

Edward tisks. "Now that is truly a waste of your wonderful powers."

"It doesn't matter," I retort. "You were going to kill me anyway."

He shrugs and pulls something out of his back pocket. It glistens in the bright room. It's a long, sharp knife. He holds it out to me. "I'm not one to get my hands dirty."

I stare at my reflection on it. My eyes are bloodshot red, my neck is bloody raw, and my hair is an unruly mess.

"Go on now," he urges. I haven't got all night."

I tentatively grab it by the handle.

"It's quicker if you just," he gestures a cutthroat motion across his neck and laughs a bit.

Harry tries to crawl towards me, but Edward holds him back in his weakened state.

"No, Y/N!" Harry says again.

I place the cool metal against my neck and close my eyes.

Harry's POV
"I have her location," I tell Jacob. Relief visibly floods through his body.

"It shouldn't be more than a couple of minutes away. Less if we run," I continue.

He nods his head urgently. "Okay then, what are we waiting for?"