"No! I won't go anywhere with you!" I try moving, but the fact that duct tape is fucking strong and I have someone sitting on top of me makes me move zero.
"Yes you will." The man says sounding sure of themselves. The man envelops my lips in theirs, but not forcefully. I don't understand. I've been kidnapped, taped to a chair, and am being kissed gently? If anything I should be being forced into things. What the fuck? I can't be kissing back though. I have no clue who this person is, why they are here, or why me? Also why was this person turning me on? I lock my lips so the kiss can't be two sided. The man got off my lap.
As soon as I caught my breath again, I asked one question that hopefully will lead to more questions and answers. "Can I ask questions now?"
"No. I didn't get what I want."
"What is it you want? I might be able to help."
"I need your heart." Is this guy crazy or just making a joke or speaking figuratively?
"Huh- what?" I stare incredulously at the black cloth covered face.
"I know of this power you have. It needs to be destroyed. You need to be destroyed." He pulls out a gun and aims it at me. This guys is fucking crazy, but knows his shit. How does he know though?
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He puts the gun to my temple. Shit. Shit. Shit. He's serious.
"You don't remember me, do you? It's been a long time and I'm wearing a mask, but how could you forget? You stole my happiness. You gave me all of these terrible visions and dreams no nightmares!"
"I still have no idea what your talking about! If you put the gun down we can settle this." I lie, basically indirectly pleading for my life.
"No! I have to fucking do this!" This is it. This is the end of my life. It's finally going to happen. Why was I pleading to stay alive, when death is all I've ever wanted?
"Fine do it." I say calmly! But numbly. They look at me as if they don't know what I said and the next word answers that question.
"What?" They say pretty loudly, getting closer to my face looking me in the eyes. There eyes look familiar. Yet I don't know whose face to place them with.
"I said fine do it." I speak reaching up to his volume level. He seemed distracted looking in my eyes, but shakes his head.
"I'm doing it!" They yell, pointing the gun directly to my torso. I start to freak out internally, but then remember that this is good. This is my ending. This is the end of my nightmares with in my nightmare (a.k.a life). He steadies himself and holds the gun with both hands. They move their fingers to the tigger. I close my eyes thinking about all of the few good memories I've had with my family.
"'Troye get your bag hunny! It's time to go to little league.'
'Ok mommy!' I yell downstairs to where my mom is. I really hate sports and I think they know that.
'Haha! Hunny? Troye? We're here.'
I run out of the car to see my best friend, Marcus. I haven't seen him in three days! That's a lot.
Some guy went up to bat and I decided that I was actually going to try to catch the ball in the outfield. He got two strikes and it's so boring just waiting.
Oh my gosh. That butterfly is beautiful! Blue and green and purple and black!
I've heard that if you touch their wings they can't fly anymore so I think I'll just chase-"
A/N~ Ok here's an update! (Yay) Sorry if there are mistakes. Hope y'all enjoy. Love you guys. <33 ~J
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Empty Hearts?
DiversosTroye is depressed. He also has a 'gift' that is supposed to makes him happy, but he hates everything about it. When he comes into contact with anyone, he steals one of that persons happy dreams, hopes, or memories.
