Devotion [h.s]

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Harry Styles

My hands were shaky, my sweat lightly coating my body as I stood frozen. I adjusted the collar of my shirt because it felt so tight around my neck all the sudden. I cleared my throat with the side of my fist to my lips, trying to ignore the nervous pit in my stomach. Why was I so nervous? I never thought I would've felt this distraught in nerves. I never get nerves this bad. My throat was dry and it made me think that my lips were gonna he chapped and I didn't want that. I licked my lips just in case. I felt my heart thrashing against my chest to the point that I could hear it in my eardrums.

Then the music played, and wow I felt the weight on my chest. I stepped a bit in my spot, looking down at my black shiny shoes. My left foot was tapping, and I went to twist the rings on my fingers but none of them where there.

Right, I took them off.

Everyone in their seats stood up, and with the noise of the transition, I looked up with them.

And there she was, at the end of the aisle. In that moment that my eyes met hers, all my anxieties vanished.

Her body was fitted in the white lace dress, her hands holding white flowers together. Her beautiful brown hair was curled down her frame and partially clipped up with the white veil that branches down her back and forward over her shoulders. She smiled at me nervously while walking down the aisle to the music, biting her lower lip subtly. She looked like she was glowing, and that everything else was just nonexistent but her. We were the only two people in the room at this very moment.

When my vision started to fade to white, I could no longer see Amelia walking towards me. My eyes squinted shut and before I knew it, everything went black.

My eyes shot open and I inhaled a sharp hard breath through my mouth. I stared up at the cloudy sky above me, feeling the cold draft run through my body. I cough repetitively, feeling the sharp pains every time I did so. I was panting for air, inhaling and exhaling so sharp like I needed all the oxygen in the world but it wasn't helping. My eyes shot in many different directions but my body stayed frozen. I was outside, on the ground. The sounds of trees swaying and the odd bird squawking was what led me to this thought. The clouds moved quickly through the sky, passing through like they had places to be.

I felt so weak, so unable to move or speak. I had no idea where I was. I was hyperventilating while every part of my anatomy ached. I turned my throbbing head to the side and looked at the leafy dirt ground I was laying on in the forest. I turned my head to the other side and saw my book next to me, open on the dirt and absolutely destroyed. The pages were ripped out and scattered while someone mangled the cover as well.

I numbly looked back up at the sky and kept hyperventilating. I was so disoriented, I had no clue where I was or how long I've been there. The last thing I remember is being in the torture chamber, but now I was here. I was cold, very cold, freezing. My mouth was bone dry and my lips felt chapped and swollen.

I painfully lifted my head from the ground and looked at my body. From the chest down I was mutilated in different ways. Slashed from whips, punctured by barbed wires and bruised from something else. My cuts from the whips were deep and swollen, looking like knife cuts as blood was covering me. My shirt was no where around to be seen. Why did they put me out here? Did they think I was dead?

I crashed my head back down in hyperventilation, whining in pain. I felt my stomach turn in sickness while my throat was tight. I tasted a bit of blood from my swollen lip. I reached my shaky hand down into my back pocket, feeling the folded paper. I reached into my other for my phone, feeling it there as well. I slowly grabbed it out and went to turn it on. The lock screen lit up and I slowly unlocked it with my beyond shaky hands.