My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (14)

Rapunzel

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My lungs, it felt like they were filled up with cement. I try to breathe, try to take a gulp full of air, but I can't. And it scares me. I can feel myself slip away, slip into consciousness. Then what? Will I wake up again?

I don't know. And I close my eyes, drift my mind away from the world. I want to go away. What's the good of it? I'm just at the peek, just about to go away forever, when I hear something. It sounds like talking, a man's voice. Pitch? No, it's... younger and less rough. No accent.

I can feel his hold on my hand. I'm in someone's lap, I can feel his knees and legs on my back. Something soft is tickling my forehead, droplets drop on my cheek from above.

The voice is clearer, but still fuzzy. I can't open my eyes. I can't, and I slowly slip away again. I can't do this.

"Rapunzel."

Who was that? I stop. Everything in my body and mind stops. I know that voice. It has tears in it.

"Please, don't leave me alone."

I don't want to. He sounds so sad, so fragile and miserable. I want to comfort him and tell him everything will be okay.

"I need you."

That's it. I can't leave him. I fight to open my eyes. It's like this darkness doesn't want me to, holding me back. I pull on their restraints, bite and kick. He needs me. I cannot leave him. One arm is free, I reach up for the surface of this dark lake. Their hold on my legs tightens. It pulls me back down, but I don't give in. I kick back and reach for the opening. My finger barely touches it.

My eyes fly open. Air fills my lungs, but water still is lodged in there. My eyes close once more as I cough and choke for it to get out. I feel the ground underneath my palms as I cough out water. I feel it all clogged in my throat, but then it all just spills out. It makes me want to vomit just thinking about it.

I wipe my mouth and sit back in my kneels. My breathing in rigged. I don't know where he went, but I'm not with him now. With that thought, I push my hair out of my face and look behind me. There he is, blue orbs wide. Without hesitation, he comes at me. His arms protectively wrapped around me as he pulls me into his arms. Just then did I realized that we're both soaking wet. My hair is in mangled clumps around us, but I honestly don't care.

"I'm so sorry I left you," He says. It vibrates in my ear, as my head in tucked into his chest. Suddenly, I want to cry. I don't feel that anger anymore, the anger I always had. I feel... lighter. Like... I'm happy. Like all the bad things are gone and the sun is shining down on me. The darkness is gone.

"It's okay," I whisper. You can clearly hear the tears in my voice. That lump forms in my throat and it's impossible to swallow. "It's okay."

I feel him pull away. His hand goes under my chin to lift it up. My teary eyes stare into his crystal ones. His beautiful blue eyes. I see the tear streaks on his. And this only makes me cry more. How could I even think of leaving him? Making him feel awful and alone? He needs me, like I need him. And it's not for war, I need him because he opened my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"What for?"

"For almost leaving you," And with that, I lean up and settle my froze, cracked lips onto his. I'm shivering in my ice cold clothes, but Jack seems fine. I pull away slowly, keeping my eyes half-lidded.

I look down. What now? Pitch almost killed me, he clearly doesn't care about me. My own father. How could he? I thought he loved me... his own daughter.

Jack stands up, holding his hand out to me. I look up at him through my hair. "Come on, let's find you some new clothes."

I blink a few times before taking his hand and standing up. Jack smiles at me and grabs his staff. "I bet Amon left some supplies at the church when he left."

This surprises me. "Amon is gone?"

Jack lowers his eyes to the ground. "Yeah. That bastard up and left when Pitch came. I bet he has been working with him, told him where we were."

Traitors. That's all this world is now. All of them are traitors. I can't say I'm not surprised. Jack lifts me in his arms and we go back to the church.

As we're flying back, I can see Pitch's kingdom in the distance. I wonder what he's doing now. Planning on killing Jack, I bet. Not worried that he almost killed his daughter. As long as he's in charge, huh? I rest my head on Jack's shoulder and glare at it. Grey clouds surround everything, like it always has. Not one day has the clouds moved and let the sun shine.

We land on the front steps of the church. I'm let down from Jack's arms and I walk straight into the church.

"They packed in a hurry, I see."

Things are thrown every where; old bowls, smashed fruit, pieces of fabric, a boot, and a lot more useless junk. Jack hovers over to one of the few tents still up and starts to rummage through it. With him doing that, I wonder over to a crate. The top is smashed, but once I move that away, I see a pot. Maybe some soup is still in there? I lift the lid and all panic washes away.

I can just reheat it once I get a fire going... if I knew how. I'll just get Jack too. Slowly, I lift the pot out and carry it over to a log. I gather another log and set it near the first. I wonder why a small pot full of soup was in a crate. Did one of the soldiers try to get extras?

Jack emerges from the tent with something in his hand. He sticks it out to me. "I think this was Willow's or something... though she never struck me as a dress type of girl."

I take the folded dress in my hands. The fabric is so soft, and the details are so beautiful. I don't care if it's white, the dress is simply divine.

I thank him and rush to a tent to change in.

After I do, I look at my knotted up hair. There's no brush, and it would take a long time just to brush it. I sigh, knowing there's nothing I can do. When I come from the tent, I burn up. Jack has his hoodie off, showing his bare chest. It sits near the fire I'm guessing he made. I advert my eyes and settle my old blue dress next to Jack's hoodie to dry.

"So what now?" I say, grabbing the pot and bringing it over. Jack is a better scavenger than me because she found one of those things to hold the pot over a fire.

"Well, we rest up and my best guess is to start after your dad."

I scowl, looking away. "Pitch."

"Yeah...," I can hear the awkwardness in his voice. "Um I have to ask you something."

My eyes dart to his. "Yes?"

He quickly look away and starts to scratch at the back of his neck. "When you... after you were in the water, when you woke up and started coughing up water... it was black."

Something hits me in my stomach. "What?"

"The water you coughed up was black."

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//A/N I'm pretty sure you can guess what the black water was. If you don't, read the prologue.

I'm on a break from Wattpad for a while, but I already wrote this and it's Monday, so update for you lucky little pricks (jk i love you)

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