Forbidden Enchantment (Book One)

Forbidden Enchantment: Chapter 14

[Chapter 14! Woot! Er.... that it! :P]

Recap...

The person in front of me kept staring at me but I didn’t know why. Wasn’t he going to help me? His hand reached out to my collarbone ad I squirmed underneath his touch, whimpering in pain. ‘...Help..’ I whispered lightly as my eyes begin to shut. The pain was just too much and the throbbing was too much to handle. The last thing I saw before my eyes shut was locking my eyes with the strangers.  They were pitch black

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So why did it feel like I was staring into those same eyes now?

Chapter 14

I screeched as loud as I could but my efforts were in vain. Not only was there no one to hear my cries for help, but the way his eyes bore into mine made me stop. Could those be the same eyes from.... no.  No! They couldn’t be. That was fourteen years ago for God’s sake. It was... unfathomable; illogical to think so!

They looked straight through me, right down to my very core, but did not show any sign of recognition. And for some irrational reason my heart yearned for him. Why!? As his grip tightened, he lifted me off the ground while I both thrashed and crashed. But as every moment passed I was growing weaker and weaker from the lack of oxygen.

Tears trailed down my cheeks at a relentless pace as I gasped for air, my lungs on fire. My eyelids fell down, possibly for the last time and I felt more and more lightheaded. My insides were screaming, but on the outside, I was nothing more than a puppet, and he was the puppeteer.

That was when I collapsed and fell on the ground with a loud thud. My head hit off my outstretched arm, cushioning my fall just as I heard some familiar male voice scream, ‘No!’ I did not have the will, or the energy to register who it was.

The grip around my throat was gone as trickles of air found themselves making their way into my lungs. Once the air got to my muscles, I gasped as if I was a newborn, taking in air for the first. My mind began to get clearer, and I felt my head being lifted onto a softer surface. A hand ran through my loose hair as something soft pressed against my temple. 

I still felt drowsy, and did not have the power to open my eyes. Suddenly feeling very tired, my body began to shut down, my senses starting to dwindle. I did however, register being lifted up, since something wrapped around my body, and I was no longer lying on the hard floor.

After some time had passed, another voice spoke up, this one also somehow familiar.

‘Well, take care of?’ the gruff voice asked, anxiety filling the threads of his words.

‘I-I don’t know’, the person carrying answered me.

‘What? What do you mean? Is that not her body?’ the voice was getting agitated and annoyed, but there was something else as well; something I couldn’t put my finger on.

‘I-I just don’t know...’ came the terse response. ‘I just couldn’t do it, okay?’

‘Why not? You’ve done it so many times before. What makes this one girl any different?’ the voice demanded, anger surging through his words.

‘How should I know? She’s just... different. I feel... a connection? I don’t know!’ he was evidently getting exasperated.

‘You’re losing it man...’

The words started to get more and more mumbled as I drifted off into a land of dreams and magic – a place where I would rather be at this moment. Soon enough, I felt the energy drain out of me as I was engulfed in a peaceful, seemingly never ending silence.