Cherry Wine: a Hozier Fanfic

NFWMB - part 1

Hozier was quiet for a long time after I asked this. I'm sure he was pretending to not hear what I said. I moved myself away from him and looked at him roughly, tears still welling in my eyes. 

"Who was that." I ask again sternly.

"Who was who?"

I raised my voice slightly and pulled away from his embrace. "Hozier, who was that who came in? You said you lived alone here in the woods."

He looked away in silence, refusing to answer me. I continued to glare at him as my tears were ready to roll onto my cheeks at any moment. Again, there was a long silence. This one scared me.

He raised himself from the ground and made his way over to the window, the same one he locked earlier. I see him delicately place his fingertips on it as though checking to make sure it was secure, then tracing the window frame with his index finger, I watch as he gazed outside.

"Hozier!" 

He turned around, and without saying a word or even looking in my direction, he made his way to the front door and left.

I scurried off from the floor and towards the door the best I could, but just as I started to move, I heard him jiggle the handle, I paused in my tracks and watched it, realizing he was locking the door behind him. 

My ankle began throbbing as I collapsed to the floor, frantically wiping the running stream off my cheeks. I could hardly breathe.

I tried to gain some air to scream his name, but I couldn't find enough of it. I could see black begin to wash over my vision. I tried to calm down but I was as helpless as a fish out of water gasping for air. I threw my fist to the ground and fell to my side.

I don't want to die I don't want to die not like this I thought.

"Please!" I quietly croaked as my vision had completely faded now. I fell into an uncontrollable slumber.

My body felt heavy and all I could see was darkness.

Through this darkness came a quick light that I had run to. I squinted from the light and I can see a white tiled ceiling in front of me. Looking down, I can see myself laying in a bed with white sheets.

I raise my hands and see wires and strings attached to my arms. I hear a soft beeping from where the strings originate from but also a puffing sound?

Bringing my fingers up shakily to my face, I feel tubes running from my nose to my ears and down to my chest, finding that this tube also goes into another machine.

The first thing that came to mind worried me the most. Where is Hozier? He's always here for me.

Looking around the room, I can see sunlight peaking through white blinds over on the far wall. It feels like it's been ages since I've seen sunlight. The thought of the warm sun on my face fills me with happiness.

As I lay here, just the idea of Hozier fills my brain again. And the last memory I had of him fills it to, it warms me up, but not in a good way. Why did he lock me in the cabin?

I shake my head at the thought and look at the door in the room. Any minute now Hozier will come in here.

Why am I still thinking of him, dammit.

The room begins to spin as I sit up. I decide to plop back in the bed and lay there, my vision becoming clear again. I can tell my breathing hasn't gotten any better, that's for sure.

Groaning and heavily batting my eyes, I sleepily look over at the picture frame on the wall. I furrow my brows and open my eyes more, my vision still a little blurry, but if my eyes aren't fooling me, I'd say that.. That's him!

A picture of Hozier is hanging on the wall in a thin wooden frame. He looks happy, in a surreal sort of way. I shake my head as I realize his contagious smile has spread to my lips.

I sigh. There's no escaping him is there?

Soon I try again to sit up in bed, this time as I do, everything in front of me disappears.

I take a sharp breathe in and open my eyes. It's pitch black.

I let gravity drop me back against the bed. This time the sheets feel more familiar. My hand explores the fabric freely and I can recognize it from when I had awoken months ago.

I take a sweet breathe in, I know these are his sheets. I'm back.

I look around in excitement but the only light that can be seen is from the moon shining through the window, illuminating the chair that sat beneath it with a blanket hanging over the back of it sleepily.

I shuffle to sit up in my bed, trying to find something there in the darkness. As I move though, something is restraining my uninjured ankle.

Reaching down and pulling the sheet away, I trace my fingertips along my ankle and find what feels like some sort of thick rope tied from it to the bottom frame of the twin bed.

"What the hell?" I softly say to the darkness.

A shuffle comes from the direction of the kitchen.

"Hozier?" I whisper cautiously, but receive no answer.

I hold my breathe as the shuffling continues, seeing a silhouette from the light outside the kitchen window, the figure is tall with shoulder length hair, but it keeps moving so it is hard to completely make out the shape.

"Hozier?" I say abit louder. He must have heard me, as his foot steps had now made their way towards me in a swift dash.

The sound of his foot steps stopped beside me, his body completely shrouded in darkness. He stood there in a pause.

"Where did you go earlier? And why did you tie my -"

Suddenly I was pushed back against the bed with excessive force. I was now fully awake as I had realised he was pressing a chemical soaked rag against my mouth.

I screamed and tried to kick but that was no use as my only free foot was injured and caused me more vigorating pain with each powered kick, which also sadly made my legs wrap up in the sheets. I had already by this point kept my nails against his there against my face. Why is he doing this?

I was scratching at his fingers and trying to scream with all I could, flailing in panic as my vision was going blurry once again, but this time everything was spinning.

I stared at his eyes and realized this wasn't hozier. This man doesn't have the same kind eyes that I know. These eyes before me are filled with sadness and hatred and they are seeking power.

My muffled screams and the creaking of the bed frame filled the room, but closely I could hear his puffing of struggling to keep up with me.

I was able to finally move the rag away from my mouth and I immediately gasped for clean air as I kicked the tall man away, and I knew the fight wasn't even near to being over.

As his feet fumbled backwards, I reached for the drawer at the end table next to me and quickly opened it, remembering seeing a knife in there a while back. As I did this, he slammed the drawer on my fingers making me scream in pain, he takes this as his advantage to shove the rag over my scream.

To be continued...