i felt the rush of the wind in my ear and i fell for half a second
but then stopped.
my hands were webbed out but i felt something grab ahold of one of my wrists.
i looked up to see that it was a hand, i couldn't make out a face
it was dark and the only light was coming from the moon hiding behind the clouds.
the arm hauled me back onto the metal
i was confused, i swore there was nobody around, or anyone with any knowledge of this place.
but a strong set of arms were yanking me
up, up, up
my heart was pumping
my breathing was erratic and i looked up in the eyes that belonged to the strong arms
they were brown eyes, so dark they looked black.
they belonged to a boy,
the boy that saved my life
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.