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No Names, No Games
Her heart's pulse quickened with his every step. Her breathe eradicated when his cool touch against her hot skin turned into a rough grab. His cold calused hands forcing her against his cold hard body, his lips on hers with bruising pressure. Her eyes immediatly close as she sniffles a cry. His teeth biting down on her lower lip, a bloody lip. Her mouth opened, a small noise. He took her cry as his enterance, forcing his tongue into her mouth, pressing hard on her delicate arms, making sure she stayed to the wall. Her face flushed, pain clearly shown on her face. Her struggle, pathetic, never saved her. He removed his tongue from her mouth staring at her with cold eyes.
"S-stop, p-please!" Her voice cried out before she could stop it. Her words would be met with punishment. Her eyes widen, a tear falling. He just smirked and slowly pinned her hands together. Now, having a free hand, his mouth moved to her neck. His teeth bit down, more blood, a silent scream, another tear. His hand travelled down, under her shirt, under her bra. His blood drawing bites stopped as he pulled off her top clothing, after getting them above her head, he went back to biting. His hand moved to her breast and squeezed. Her eyes shut painfully as she stiffled her voice. His bites getting softer as they trailed down to her breast. He took one in his mouth, sucking lightly. Her body pushed foreward. She gasped hoping he didn't feel it. She stared fearfully into his ever knowing gaze, he knew.
He removed his mouth and hand from her breasts, that smirk never leaving his face. "Maybe we should just move to your favorite part." His voice so cool, so smooth, so velvety, it sent a shiver down her spine. His hand moved its way to the button on his jeans, he unbuttoned then, and slowly unzipped his jeans.
Her throat choked up, her eyes wide, her fear escalated out of control. "No!" She cried as her world slowly weny black.
I opened my eyes, white, only white surrounding me. Pure white, like I used to be, before I met him. Innocent, easily influenced, that younger innocent me died,she died on that second date, during that night. I hate him! He hurt me, he killed me, I was so afraid! Now, I'm lost, just who am I?
"I know who you are!" A small, distant, angellic voice called out. "That boy loves you very much!" The unknown voice giggled. Was this voice insulting me?
"He doesn't!" I cried out. My eyes searched for the voice's source, but found nothing. "Just," my own voice quiet, "Where am I?" I lokked around slowly, then despretely, looking for some way of escape.
"Of course he does!" The voice spoke again, growing fainter. "Don't be scared! We're safe from everything here..." The voice was so quiet, I couldn't hear it anymore, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I got up and ran in the direction I thought the voice was coming from. I kept running and running. My breathing was heavy and shallow.
I spotted the body of who the voice belonged to, a young girl. She almost glowed, she smiled at me, and waved. I ran up to her, about to question her untill I noticed it. That young giggling girl was me. But why now? Didn't that part of me die, because of him?
"You can't kill me off," she reached out and touched me, At that second, a strong blinding gust of wind blew at me, I shielded my eyes, when the wind died down I stopped. There my younger self stood, no, floated. My voice was gone, for what I saw wasn't me, it couldn't have been me. She had angellic wings. An angel. She showed me her heavenly smile and said, "I am you. A person's innocence never dies, we're just hiding, inside." She laughed. Her laughter was like soft bells. "You have a very pretty smile!" My hand went to my mouth, feeling the edges of my lips turned up. It felt so odd, I haven't smiled in-
"Such a long time." I whispered out.
"But he really does love you. He's been begging you to open your eyes and forgive him for hours now!" Her voice was filled with excitement. "And I really like him two!"
"But h-he hurt me so badly, so many times." My voice sounded so hurt, so untrusting.
"Your fall made him gain sight of how terrible he's been to you. He doesn't know what happened, must have been since he never had a girl as innocent and as pretty as you before."
"What happened?" My voice said, so confused. Wasn't I just terribly mad at someone?
"Nope! You were about to say how much you love someone!" The angel child giggled. "He's waiting for you! Look left!" I obeyed, looking left, I saw him. I felt myself fall into a bed in a strange place. His head was down, holding my hand so tightly, and he was mumbling something. His look resembled a mess.
"Could you speak a little louder?" My voice was hoarse and my throat scratchy. His head lifted up slowly, the pressure on my hand was gone.
"Y-y-y-you're!" His lips moved, but with little noise. Then something happened, a tear fell. "Thank God you're alive! I'm so sorry for what I did! I promise, I'll never do anything to hurt you again. Please forgive me, I want to protect you, I want you to be mine. Why didn't you tell me you had a weak heart?" His voice was rapid and sorrowful.
The words came spilling out of my mouth, "I love you," I smiled softly.
He looked at me with sheer awe, "I love you two, my beautiful angel."
THE END <3
 Shy-Star · Thu Aug 28, 2008 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |
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