Deadly Magic

Daemon?

I wake up in the middle of the field. Again. Exactly like the last time. No magic bed I made up in my head. No magic phone that i used to call Daemon. Nothing. Malum is gone. I want to lay here and wait for Daemon, but I have a strong feeling that I won't get out of here, unless I get myself out.

I can't feel my fingers. I sit up and look at my fingers. They're broken. They're bandaged. They really don't want to hurt me. But they'll do anything to keep me here. At least until I finish my tests.

Which is the only thing I can do until I figure out how they disappear. Where they go when they do disappear.

I walk the tree line. There's no one to talk to and nothing to do. I'm determined to think my way out of here. As I continue to walk night creeps up on me and ideas start to flood into my mind. My thoughts are never finished and they start to jumble into each other so that I can't tell where one plan ends and the other begins. I start to feel a little crazy. I'm walking in circles like crazy people but I can't make myself stop. There's something comforting about it.

I fall to my knees. What I really want is Daemon. I sob. His beautiful, soft, strong hands on my back. His comforting arms around me. His silk velvet voice whispering in my ear. The deep steady bass of his sweet, tender, caring heart. His loving gaze filed with worry.(A/N: You see where I'm going with this?)

Suddenly everything I imagine, remember becomes real.

"Ella, are you okay? Are you hurt?" (A/N: Does anybody notice anything? Cuz you should definitely be noticing something...just sayin.)

I look up. "Daemon! It's really you!" I wrap my arms around his neck. He doesn't hug me back. In fact he repeats his words and everything about his body stays the same.

I turn just in time to see the ethereal looking lady enter through a black doorway. I turn to Daemon. "That's her! That's the girl who kidnapped me."

"Daemon. What a nice surprise." Then she gasps. I turn around and...

There's nothing. He's gone. I look down and there's a pile of stone.

He wasn't real. He want real. HE WASN'T REAL!!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I scream and scream and scream until I can't hear myself and even then I think I'm still screaming. I know I lose my voice and when I do tears stream down my face.

I lie in the dirt and feel myself die. Feel myself break and lose hope. I cling onto it as hard as I can and I feel myself lose my grip and fall into an abyss that there's no crawling out of. I'm not coming back from this.