*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 18 "Cold Remembrance"
Saphira's POV:
I breathe raggedly, forcing air in and out of my lungs. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white, and my entire body seems to be shaking. I swallow thickly, forcing the water bubbling in my eyes to simmer into nothing.
What... what was that?
My chest clenches, and I complete the mundane task of parking on the grass of the Johnson's. My movements seem robotic as I get out of the car, part of me wanting to rip the knife from the windshield and throw it in the sky. Another part wishes to leave it there and run.
To run and not look back.
But I can't do either.
I wet my lips, wiping my face with a hand before wrapping my fingers around the knife's hilt. It feels unnatural in my grasp, and every muscle in my body begs to just let go and make someone else deal with this mess.
I don't, instead sliding the weapon from the car, flinching at the screech of blade against glass. I stare at it in my palms, tears welling up again.
It's all just too much.
My parents, my friends, the Johnson's, my dead sister, my kidnapper...
...My life.
I inhale sharply, those dark thoughts from earlier ripping holes in my head. I hold the blade up against the moon's light, studying it with a scary sense of tranquility.
No.
No.
I close my eyes a second, curling my toes in my shoes before dropping the knife to my side. I cannot, I cannot, do that to Nate. Cause he'll find out. He always does.
"Saphira?"
I look up, eyelids peeling open at Marlene's smiling face. It seems the knife hanging from my fingertips is hidden well enough for her to not notice.
"You arrived just in time!" she squeals, a bright glint to her eyes, "I was a little late getting home, so dinner has only just been placed on the table! Come join us!"
In a perfect world, my tongue wouldn't have twisted in my mouth and I would have told her that I want to change before coming down, or that I wished to shower before eating, but instead I force a smile to my lips and allow her to rush over to me, pulling me in for food I'm not in the mood to eat.
