Toby's P.O.V:
6:56
My eyes open, there's strong arms around my waist and hot breath on my neck. I'll fall asleep, just for a little while.
7:03
I wake up to dry lips on mine and I melt into the embrace. This is the best way to wake up
7:18
I keep trying to find times to breathe, but I don't want to leave his lips. Never make this end.
7:32
We were called down to breakfast a few minutes ago. Screw it, I'm not hungry anyway...
7:39
His lips mould perfectly with mine, his hands sliding down my sides. I reach out to-
Grab his hand as he is yanked backwards out of the bed. I let out a scream as blood trickles down my cheeks, static filling my ears. The tendril constricts his airways as he is pulled perpendicular to the slender being, his legs kicking out violently. I tried to get to him, to stand up, to move a finger... I couldn't do anything, I was powerless to stop this. I could only watch as he claws at the black tendril, gagging and choking, spluttering for air, eye twitching and face getting redder by the second. I felt myself getting lightheaded, twitching more than usual. I'm sure there'd be a headache if I could feel pain.
"What have I told you, Timothy?" It was my voice, but way deeper. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The voice was calm, casual, like it was discussing the weather. It certainly didn't sound like it was choking my boyfriend... My eyes switched reluctantly back to the two figures...
He was barely fighting anymore, his movements were slow and weak, he'd given up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his body went limp. I never noticed I was crying until my runny nose hit my upper lip. Without a sound, he left with him. I was horrified by what I just saw and curled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably.
