This song above is my favorite Christmas song. Listen if you want to.
*Zane*darkness.
falling.
suffocating.
the only things I could do. I see nothing. I feel nothing. I can't move. I can't talk. I can't do anything but let the black take over.
Even though the dark I feel alone..but not any more than usual. I dont feel scared. I feel lost. I feel unwanted. I don't mind because this is all I've ever known. this is all I have ever believed I was capable of. no one ever would grab me and tell me everything was going to be fine. no one ever patted me on the back and told me they were proud. no one ever cared. then though all of the black pit around me, I felt it.
a warm hand grazed my palm sending a static feeling inside me. the skin rough from working. then as quickly as it came, it disappeared.
my mind slipped a little, I almost went into the panic I swore to myself I wouldn't do. as I could feel myself getting darker the touch came back.. this time in cupped my face holding me softly.
"it's going to be ok." I heard a female voice whisper before the warm fingers disappeared. the dark overcomes me again but not completely. I dont know what's going on but I won't worry. her voice said I was going to be fine, and my gut told me to believe her.
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I dont know how long I was like this but I would fade in and out only knowing the difference by her voice singing different songs... My head pictured her as an angel, White with purity. Only I knew different because of her song choices.
"Welcome to my house. Baby take control now."
Darkness.
"I know what you did last summer!"
Darkness.
"They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest. they don't know what this feeling is like."
Darkness.
"Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars"
Darkness.
" You're my sunshine in my darkest days. my better half, my saving grace. You make me who I want to be. You make it easy."
Light.
I could feel my body waking up. I open my eye to the bright lights. I can see her singing her song as she is cleaning around the room. Her medical uniform a faded grey. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail swinging as she partially dances.
I move my lips but nothing comes out. My throat dry and scratchy. I clear my throat then try again.
"H-hello?" I stutter in a groggy morning voice. I raise my body into a sitting position as the girl continued cleaning. It wasn't until now I realized she had a pair of black headphones over her ears.
"Hello," I say again but they don't hear. I snap my fingers try to gain her attention but she pays no mind. Looking around I see the emergency button by the bed. Without thinking I push the button.
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She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)
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