Innocent (boyxboy)

Not Real

~River's POV~

Artimeys had his left arm spread wide on the table and his head down on it, his mouth slightly open, he snored but not loud, and he had a tiny bit of drool between his lips. Despite myself, I smiled. Then I turned away, shaking my head. Dabbing my pinky on different parts of my canvas to make sure it was dry, I turned it over to reveal the back.

I pulled my calligraphy pen from my pocket and opened it. Then I started writing. My letters swirled and waved over the bumps of the back. They swirled together to form words, to form sentences. The ink drooped and I swirled to turn it into more letters.

I turned the canvas back to the right side before grabbing scratch paper and jotting down a note for him. I told him I was going to lie down which wasn't a complete lie, and that I hadn't wanted to wake him up. I knew Artimeys would probably not look on the back, but it was an old habit I couldn't break. The air outside was cold now that it was later in December, plus the wind howled with intense speed and bit against you, filling you with cold. Snow fell around me, swirling in the wind and tussling my hair.

The sun was setting in the distance that was closer than it ever would be. That it ever could humanly be without killing us. My birthday was in four days. I smiled weakly at the ground as the snow soaked into my shoes. I looked around, snow falling on my hair. The lights were almost entirely out in all of the dorm rooms. The cafeteria was dark too, the only thing that lighted the snow was the outside lights on buildings and a lamp post.

It was almost nine o'clock, I had been painting a long time, and Artimeys had been asleep for almost two hours. Artimeys was just like any other person in this world. But unlike them, he cared and tried to get it. He sat by me when I threw up, held me and I was even able to hold him! But still. .

My breathing quickened when I saw a shadow under the lamp post. I closed my eyes, clenching and unclenching my hands. It wasn't real I tried telling myself. Just another panic attack form being alone. I just needed to walk to my room, shower and sleep. I'd be fine. It wasn't real.

I trained my eyes to the ground and breathed through my mouth, something I knew helped in the slightest. I ignored the shadow and thought of Artimeys instead. He had forest green eyes. The color of a rainforest right as the storm washes it in water. It was an amazing color and it went well with his salt and pepper hair. And then all my air was gone –

Pain ebbed through the back of my neck and shoulder blades. I fell to my knees, gagging and put a hand to my mouth, feeling sticky blood pool from my mouth. I opened my eyes and turn my head to see a pair of shined shoes and pressed black pants. My head burns as he pulls me up my my hair. Black and gray hair is slicked back, but a few strands hang loose over ice blue eyes. My breathing stops. It's him. I try to crawl away, but I can't. He kicks me in the ribs, knocking me onto my back. Kicks repeatedly hit me in the ribs, the stomach and then my chin. My head cracks back with terrible force and I cry out. But the noise is strangled in my bloody mouth. Knees press painfully into my arms and around me, holding me down beneath him. I turn my head side to side, trying not to get hit again.

Fear filled me when a hand held my chin in a tight grip making it pulse in pain. I was barely comprehending what I was seeing. My only thought was that he was supposed to be locked away, that I was going to die. I saw something silver by my cheek. Pain filled me and I tried to scream, but a hand punched into my mouth, making it die with the gurgle of blood. A hot feeling that stung like hell crawled form the left corner of my mouth and up to my ear. My face felt hot and sticky on the left, the metallic smell of blood filled my nose. “You never smiled you filth.” His voice was vile.

I managed to spit blood to the side from my mouth. The action stung and burned and tears came to life in my eyes. Flowing and hitting my blood and falling onto the snow. My tears hurt as they rolled to meet by my ear. The same intense feeling of heat and stinging and pain shot from the right corner of my mouth to my ear again – and I let out a scream.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was the only thing I heard, it drowned out the sound of my heart and the blood pulsing in my ears. It cut through the silent night and into the air. The cold winds carried it around Sunny Days. I was going to die. Then the world went black as the weight was lifted off me.

Someone was yelling. I wish they would stop. My head was throbbing and I couldn't breathe which made it worse. My chest hurt and my arms throbbed. I tried to move, but it was like I was glued to the ground. Then there were other voices, muffled and they hurt too. I wanted to tell them to leave, I wanted to be alone.

The person yelling was now yelling at them, but I couldn't make it out. The closeness of the people faded away and I was lifted by someone with strong arms that weren't even that muscled. The smell of wind, incense, and old books filled my nose. But the smell was tinged with a metallic smell. The voices faded away. I wanted to shake my head, I didn't want to be enveloped in darkness again.

“I'm so sorry I didn't protect you.” The voice was distorted and choked up. Before I went out, hot tears fell on my eyelids. I had made someone cry.  

A/N ~* I'm awful ;-; But it had to be done. *~