Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
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My head hurt. It was a striving effort to think, which scared me more than the knowledge that I was in trouble. There was no doubt that I was in for some detention or whatever Athlans did for punishment. I couldn't think about that now, though. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to think through the pounding in my head.
I don't remember waking up. Really, there was no proof that I was awake at all. There was no way of knowing if I was blind, because seeing nothing but darkness around me, well, it kind of freaked me out.
Unmistakably, I was on a bed, and it was someone else's. Which meant I was in someone else's room, which meant... Ugh! I was losing my mind here! The room was so dark, and there were no windows. The spacious room smelled like old rock, similar to Cleito's Cave. Ancient-this room had seen many long years.
Why was I here? I didn't remember ever coming here, and the aching made it impossible for my brain to conjure memories. The school... Yes! I'd been at my high school. I'd had a run-in with Josh and Natasha, and an ugly one.
I began to hyperventilate, suddenly having the urge to pee so badly I almost gave in. The man–who was he?–had been talking to me, and he'd done something to me.
Dread settled like a cocoon in my stomach, spitting out mouthfuls of butterflies that fluttered frantically. I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself I was dreaming, but I felt stupid even trying to assume that. I moved, expecting to feel restraints around my limbs like some horror-kidnap story, but was mildly surprised that they were free. It was its own kind of horror, not knowing an inkling why I was here, or even why I was kidnapped. I was just a worthless Hybrid, with nothing extraordinary except for some weird blood in my veins. But horrors always–okay, mostly–ended up in some kind of murder, not my kind of happy ending.
I shook the bubbly thoughts from my head, my neck cramping from the effort of moving long frozen muscles. How long had I been here?
I blinked, trying to force my eyes to adjust, but it was as fruitless as it was inevitable to breathe the musky, damp air of the room. My head ached from too much sleep, and yet I felt so exhausted I almost allowed myself to relax and go back to sleep. Which all the more reminded me of what happened, which brought up a sense of déjà vu and another feeling I couldn't decide on. The man... I felt as if I'd seen him before.
And then there was something about a dream, but typically, the memory of it dissipated as soon as I tried to touch it except for a few fleeting images. A horse rearing, baring its teeth at some unseen enemy. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to clear my thoughts. Damn, my life couldn't get any worse... or cliché. Sure, finding out my real origins–of the supernatural variety-might have been cool in the perspective of a typical YA novel, what with escaping a boring life even if you didn't want to leave the save nest of normalcy, but that was just it. I didn't want this as my life, although I would have chosen Atlantis any day over this current situation. But I didn't know what was worse, that I was a major cliché wanting to live a normal life, or that my reasons weren't particularly similar to those of the main character of a fantasy.
