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His fingers pressed to my throat. Feeling the cold touch of his fingertips pressed to my skin.
"I need you to breathe for me"
I couldn't move.
I felt the small trembles throughout my body. I couldnt breath. I couldn't move. I was shaking. I felt him.
His hands suddenly found my waist, easing away back to my throat.
Always such a fascination with my neck.
"Her pulse Alex!"
I'm too tired and messed up to deal with this.
"E- its..its..."
I know what it is.
"Raven. Raven. Raven."
The name cuts, echoing through the space, driving through the choked sounds. My name? Was that my name? I felt my muscles tightening below me. My toes and fingers are going numb. I felt cold. I can't do anything at this moment. No one can do anything for me right now. It's over. We had lost. Or rather we had won...and I just suffered the consequences of my actions and mistakes. No one else needs to die for me. No one else should suffer the way that I am. I can't breathe. I can't move. I'm dying. It's my fault though.
I felt the warm tears slip down my face. Why would I cry? Why would I let myself cry when this was my fault. It's pathetic.
"Raven. Nonononono, raven you need to wake up!"
I'm awake, I'm just resting my eyes.
This feeling of regret resonated within me. I won't escape death this time. And that's okay. I just wanted to be warm again.
"Elisha! William found Quincey!"
"Hurry! Bring him here!"
It was so muffled that I barely heard anyone say anything.
Suddenly an electric urge shrugged through my body. Bringing the feeling back into my arms and hands. I jerked my head forward, my whole body seizing up as I could barely feel anything. But a warmth blossomed through the pit of my stomach fighting the coldness away.
"Alex! A Pulse! She has a pulse!"
I couldn't see anything, barely hear anything. But I felt that familiar warmth. The warmth I crave to have. I wanted to stay this warm forever.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel.
After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air.
Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed.
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