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Ch.6 □ Salvation

I confess, I confess I had been trying to manipulate the odds. I have been trying to hold on to this Feeling. They reported and I stood there watching - watching The Fall.

Xander P.O.V

I flipped my wrist, pursing my lips at the time. Lighting up a cigarette, When my eyes opened today something I don't recall happening ever before took place.

I had been drinking like an animal everything I found the day before, I woke up to a memory a vivid one.

I thought I was impuissant to dreams - I pushed the thought to the back of mind not wanting to deal with anything before coffee.

I am very particular about my 'Coffee First' moto you'd hate yourself for involving in my day before I get my dose.

I took my shower and had my morning disagreements with my brother before deciding to get away.

I flicking at my phone scrolling through my various social media accounts, scrolling through M 's last unanswered texts. I wanted to call her yet she did not give me a chance and I wasn't about to go insane because she thinks she's right.

My brother approached me telling me about the change of plans at the office, I nodded scrolling through my Facebook feed.

I stood straight - unble to answer my brother. I took a moment, clearing my mind - a phase of denial.

This could not be right, my mind raced - as I read the post throughly. A picture of Malia and bunch of fuckers. I read the post more times than I'd care to count.

For the first time of my life I regret something really soon on, my shadows danced around as I told myself I might not be sober.

I hit her number ringing, my heart raced as I waited for her to reply - God only knows that my thoughts would not be sum up. I couldn't explain - she drove me crazy someone like her...

Someone picked up, and I knew it wasn't her. "Hello, who is this?" I asked.

"Who are you?" He threw back at me. I bit my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I am Malia's friend, let me talk to her."

"Paralysed Phyco, Malia is still unconscious."

My heart raced for more reasons, "Where are you?" I asked, the boy gave me the address - I got dressed in a few minutes and head there not paying the slightest attention to my brother who was calling for me. "Later," was my only reply.

I imagined all sort of sinarios, wanting to break everything apart. She hated me, not like that was news to me. I wanted the panics to leave me alone, she mattered.

As soon as I was in the hospital, I felt like I was not supposed to be here. She did not want to see me, I watched her petite body take small up and down motion of breathing and all I saw was blind.

I know now, she's a work of art. She did not deserve this. The dead beat of my heart jumped as I saw the machines beeb and go all red and green and other colors.

I saw the nurses and doctors rush to her, and safely; after putting me in a oscillate back and forth, bring her back to safety.

I needed to punch something, I needed to understand what happened - I needed to kill the fucker who answered her phone. I was losing my mind, so I called her number again and as I heard the familiar ring tone I took the boy outside; more like dragged.

"Who are you? Tell me you're the one who put her in that bed and I promise I will let you live Paralysed; and not a dead body found in a dumster." I warned gritting through my teeth.