She was young, and she held a fire in her heart. That fire pumped through her veins like blood and poured through her skin to produce a light brighter than all others. That is how her parents knew one day she would become a great leader, that was be...
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The dress Tiff wears in this chapter ^^
I stand in the reflection of a full body length mirror in my bedroom, forcefully scrubbing imaginary lint balls off my dress. My hands sweat profusely, my heart and mind race. I cannot make sense of my thoughts, and I know I'm so close to completely losing myself in a dark abyss of my own being, my own mind. My demons have attached weights to each of my legs and have throw me into a pool of destructive memories. Dry lips, a tongue so brittle it should be called sandpaper, and throat so cracked and dusty its next comparison would be the Sahara. I remember slip the black flask into my handbag.
Athena is somewhere in dark parts of my mind pacing restlessly.
A soft thumping comes from outside. The creek of the fourth step is a tell-tales sign of someone, meaning Zayn, coming up the stairs
Like a dying star, a sudden burst of wild and destructive energy is expelled from my being, and I cannot seem to contain it. I let out a silent scream as I hear him reach the landing. He raps three times on the door and I implode and collapse into myself as tears streak down my face like rivers.
He calls out for me, just past the thin wooden door. Him and Athena repeated my name over and over again. My thoughts are a blur, a slur. They don't make sense it's too loud to make sense of them. The room spins and I loses my balance. Just before my body collides with the light carpet, familiar arms come around my body.
As his bare skin connects with mine my mind shuts off like a switch and my body follows. I am limp mentally and physically. As my mate, Zayn, has the power to remove the hurt, but sometimes his presence takes too much of me. Sometimes he leaves me with nothing inside. This is not his fault -- not intentionally. It is more of my fault than anything. Athens whines, but makes no move to further communicate.
His arms comes around my waist tight, like a vise. He moves my hair and kisses my neck then calls my name again. As his lips meet my cooled skin a second time, a bubble pops and my mind is released back to my control.
"Y-yes." I stutter responding to Zayn, who has said my name probably for the sixth time.
"Aw baby how are you? I said your name a good ten times and you didn't respond.." The tips of his fingers slide up my bare arms leaving a trail chills. His fingers then fall upon my shoulders, and gently move my hair before working the knots out of my shoulders.
My mind is like loud static on a poor television station, but my body is completely lax post anxiety attack. I lean against Zayn and allow Athena to repair my conscious while I zone out.
I answer Zayn more out of reflex anything else. I'm not too sure what I said it was probably something along the lines of, "I'm fine," or "I'll be okay." Whatever I said seemed good enough for Zayn because he continued to speak to me in the same tone.
"You must be scared of seeing him again.. just know I'll will not leave your side at all tonight." He presses a hot kiss to my shoulder then continues massaging my back.
