Red.
It was taking over my mind, my body, my soul. Making me cringe on the inside, forcing my recent dinner out of my throat.
I can't take it anymore.
My head swirled, my vision blurred. I felt one hundred pounds heavier than reality. My body doubled over as a pain shot up my left ankle and right through my knee. I screamed and fell on my stomach, my ankle felt as of it was being torn right off of my leg. I closed my eyes. At the moment I couldn't feel a thing. I was floating on Cloud Nine, smiling, for once in my life. And then, I saw nothing. Blackness swallowing me whole, stopping my heart from beating. Killing me slowly. Am I Dead?
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.