His hands were wrapped around my throat, my breath stuck in my lungs. I clawed at him, trying to find my shattered clothes.
A lash landed on my back. And I cried with the pain.
Red. That's what I saw. Red. All red. From me, coming from me.
My breath was being taken, away, life being taken away just like his had.
I opened my eyes, in time to see a hand coming to my face and struck me with the intensity that....
I woke up, drenched in sweat.
The alarm blared angrily but my uneven breathes dissolved the noise. I held a hand over my heart, to stop the tumulus pain. And when I looked at the clock, I groaned in agony. My head pounded parallel to my heart, like hammer against the anvil. Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was the result of waking up after an almost fourteen hour sleep.
The clock announced that it was afternoon 1 pm and only the murky dark clouds outside hid the sun to confer with my body clock. I woke up from the bed, wincing, both because of the pain and also because of the nightmare.
They were supposed to stop after a while. Looked like they were still in the integrating figure.
I went inside my bathroom, still not properly able to open my eyes and groggily brushed my teeth. Then from my mini fridge, I stuffed my mouth with a chocolate cake even though my stomach protested and immediately after finishing, chucked a pill of asprin. And waited.
Waited for straight five minutes holding my head before the headache subsided and I was able to open my eyes, no longer feeling light sensitive. I grumbled something incoherent and took the most longest, cleanest and boring bath ever in my life.
After finishing my business, I dressed up in a tank top, irrespective of the chilly weather and a black shorts. Keeping my forever streak of wearing socks, I walked into the living room.
Geez, I slept so late, so late ever in my lifetime. I guessed being suspended had its perks. And then mentally scolded myself.
Landry's room was locked and empty. But his things remained. He had the apartment key and he had the access inside. And how he lived and where he did and how and when he took his clothes were the questions I no longer wanted to ponder upon. Perhaps Panacea had hired Landry to break into our rooms and get the evidence snugged out. After all, that's what rat-shit people would do.
Perhaps I could shotgun him and get inside the jail finally.
Apollo, the day was going with dark and gloomy thoughts. I cursed at the sky for this gloomy effect too. How dad's family tolerated England was beyond me. And perhaps he should had stayed in that beyond area too. I scowled.
The apartment was empty because, hello? I was suspended, doesn't mean the rest were too. They all had gone to their works. Thankfully, my companions were with me here.
I lounged in the couch and ruffled Ivanna's head. She sniffed my nose and gave a happy smile. Well, as a baby Fennec Fox could. Andi snuck up on me, and nuzzled against my neck, demanding attention. I swore that chinchilla was cunning, using right point to get what she wanted. While the ever wise Mitch watched us, from his current seat on my thighs.
What a menagerie.
I dialled Mia's number, wanting at least a human companionship. How I lived through all my years was a long mystery. She didn't pick up her call. She was perhaps on duty. Sighing, I threw the phone beside me, diverting Andi's attention to it and grabbed the remote.
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Open Heart {Under Revision}
FanfictionAn unforgettable past. An unbreakable promise. An unforeseeable journey. An untouchable love. Years have passed since that fateful night changed everything for Charlotte Turner. What followed was submergence in dark waters through which breathing...