Courting Tragedy

Courting Tragedy (13)

Chapter 13

It felt like my heart was ripping through my chest, breaking my ribs and tearing through my skin. My whole body was shaking and I was crying so hard that I had to gasp to force air into my lungs.

I was holed up in Gage's bathroom, laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. The tile was cold against my skin. I was staring at the knife, my mind wandering over the possibilities as my mind stumbled back over Logan's words.

'She's a commoner, a nobody.'

Another sob tore out of my throat and I clenched my eyes shut, willing myself to make a decision. All this hesitation was going to be the reason I did something I didn't want to do. I knew myself--I tended to rush into things when I felt like I wasn't going to have enough time to think it out fully.

I took a deep breath and picked up the knife, watching the light glint off of the blade absently. Then I moved it down and rested it on my wrist.

This was it.

**GAGE'S POV** (Surprise! Haha he'll pop in every once and a while )

I could hardly restrain myself; I wanted to kill Logan so badly that I was shaking. How dare he say those things about Emory? He acted like I was being selfish and using her to bring Emily back to life, but really, I didn't have brotherly feelings toward her at all.

I sighed, feeling myself calm down as I thought of her. Emory... she was so beautiful. Her long blonde hair that he just wanted to run his fingers through. And her deep green eyes that seemed to pull him closer whenever he looked her in the eyes.

She was beautiful, through and through, and he never wanted to leave her side. It hurt him so badly when she said she didn't trust him, but he should have seen it coming. He had kidnapped her, after all. He had to, though. It was the only way she would be safe.

"Logan, if you say anything else bad about her, I will not hesitate to rip out your throat and throw you to the mutts as a midnight snack." I said slowly through gritted teeth.

"Do not tell me that you have further feelings for her." Logan said in disgust.

I could feel my hands beginning to shake again, and I rushed to pull up an image of her face in my head. I took a deep breath and let myself calm down for a minute before I replied.

"I might. But if you keep talking, she'll hate me."

He cocked an eyebrow, confused. "What? Why?"

I gave a small smile. "Because I doubt she likes murders."

He groaned and smacked himself in the head. "So you like the whore?"

This time I couldn't control myself; a blue light shot out of my hand and threw him into the opposite wall.

"I told you not to say anything." I whispered, my voice deadly calm even though I was tearing him apart in my head.

Suddenly, a sharp shock of emotion shot through me. I gasped and the light fell away from him. I dropped to my knees, hugging myself as I tried to sort out this feeling. I was angry, embarrassed, nervous, hurt, sad, and--something I didn't expect--suicidal.

These weren't my thoughts. There was no way I would be thinking these things. I'd never felt suicidal in my life, and now was no different.

A strangled cry tore out of my mouth, and I couldn't control it. I looked at the ground, confused. Then I realized what was going on. For whatever reason, Emory and I had a bond. And I was feeling what she was feeling.