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"Say something!" he cried, slamming my head into the wall behind, an awful cracking sound ringing in my ears. Slowly, blinking away wet tears, I raised a finger to the area where my eyebrows would be, feeling a distinct gap in my primarily smooth skin. I followed the crack blindly, across my eye into the middle of my cheek. Another one.
Jax's eyes could do nothing else but follow my finger, forced to realise what he had done, his black eyes shrinking to small dots as he let go of my neck. "I-" he began, waiting for something. Like I was going to hit him or run or say something, but he cut himself off when he realised it was him who was left speechless. I didn't make any noticeable movement. I didn't really know what to do. I just... stood there.
"Caine can probably fix you," he offered quietly. I just blinked, my long black horse-hair eyelashes fluttering against the white fragility of my porcelain skin. Neither of us believed that statement, evident in the litter of other cracks and imperfections I had first arrived with.
"And who will fix you?" I heard a quiet voice whisper. We both stood there in shock - had I... said that out loud? He stepped back in confusion as he realised the source. It was a voice I had never heard out loud before before and yet felt familiar all the same. "You-" he began. I just stepped backwards, disappearing back into the safety of the darkness, leaving Jax alone in the room once more as I battled with that one eerie fact.
I had just spoken to him.