Wild not Vicious #1 ✔️

Chapter XX- Amber ✔️

🖤🖤🖤 Wild not Vicious By Kyla Schumacher🖤 💋

My body flinches at the rising sun. The colors reach the stained black glass making all the light seem dim. My feet feel themselves dangling over the edge of this mattress. My skin feels hot and burning and at the same time freezing. Goosebumps rise along my skin as I see that they're blood. My blood is freezing. My fingers are warm and hot as I feel my forehead. I have a huge fever and headache. I shiver at the thought. I try to sit up as I find myself contained in a small prison room made of stones and branches. The grass and mud are comforting as I see that my bed isn't too bad. I try to stand up as my legs fall down. I can't be like this. They could be watching, whoever they are. I stand up leaning against the wall. My feet positioned in a way they shouldn't be. The bone could be cracked apart. My skin is unnaturally pale, and my stomach growls for food.

I go to the wall and grab the vines. These vines are filled with a liquid that tastes like honey and plum. At this point, I don't really even care if they're poisoning me. I'm so hungry that the vine seems appetizing. I eat the whole vine on the wall. My fingers than find themselves digging in the mud for food. I see a bunch of maggots and fill them in my mouth as the door slams open.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" the boy with the J name asks.

"Well, J, I'm eating because I'm hungry," I say.

"My name is Jake," he says coming closer to me.

"Well, Jake, I can assure you everything is fine," I say.

"Yes, everything is more than fine. You are really beautiful. I would love to hear your screams now that you're awake. I've been waiting six weeks for this moment," he says as his lips crash into mine. His lips are hot and wet. They are aggressive, and I hate it. I hate this boy. He must be sixteen, but his knife stabs my leg in the same spot as my infection. Somehow, the knife makes it feel better. The poison feels gone from my body now. I want to scream so bad, but I keep my tears in. I can feel pain again now. His kiss still lingers as I want to smack him in the face, but I feel so weak and vulnerable again. My heartbeat races in a bad way. I can taste blood and smoke from his breath. His scent smells like dying flesh. I want to puke, but I start laughing nervously instead.

"You think that's all it's gonna take to bring me down, J. Think again," I say.

"You really are difficult. It's almost dinner time, sweetheart," he says.

I count the days in my head. 13, 20, 27, 4, 11, 18, and 25. Is it Saturday?

A boy who doesn't look too evil comes in. He has medium brown hair with hints of golden blonde. His eyes are a light greenish-blue. His tan features really bring out his hair and eyes.

Please, give me a hint about anything here. The date would be really helpful.

"I'm here to get you ready for dinner," he says clearing his throat.

He comes over towards me with a metal bucket filled with various items. I can see that his leather jacket smells of the woods. Good smells that I long for. His scent of pine and earth are intoxicating in a good way I have to admit. I know this isn't going well. I've already got an unwanted kiss from Jake. Ash is now betrayed by me. I know that was forced, but I was the one to make this mistake.

"Your hair grew back incredibly long, thick, and darker. Your blonde hair is almost brown," he says pulling my hair back. I could feel that the tied hair was to my hips.

Surprisingly, his hands are gentle and smooth as he pulls my hair back. His hands brush against my neck as he pulls my hair back into a clip.

He hands me onesie swimsuit that is basically a pair of tight shorts and a tank-top. I'm glad it's not very showy.