Bang. Bang. Bang. the constant beat of my fists against the punching bag help to drown out my thoughts, but it only lasts for so long. When we leave the training room, Vicky, Keith, and I are drenched in sweat. As I walk down the endless corridor, my footsteps echo off the walls. Sweat is dripping down my face into my eyes and mouth. My head is pounding and I can feel the blood coursing through my body. The next thing I know I am in front of my room. Stumbling into my shower I quickly rinse off all the sweat on my body. I can feel it, my body needs to rest. I had overused my powers and I needed to get some rest so that my body could recharge. The moment my body hit the mattress I relaxed, I have always felt safe when I was curled up in my bed. Although I was exhausted, sleep refused to take me into its warm embrace. I lay in my bed and pray that sleep will overtake my conscious. The whistling of the wind finally helps me fall asleep.
Cold. I feel very cold. Darkness surrounds me and is eating away at my breath. My lungs start to prick and it feels like there is a hand squeezing my heart. Suddenly a hand plunges into my vision and pulls me forward.
Wet. I'm soaked to the bone and frozen like a popsicle. I grasp at the warm hand. Suddenly I am wrapped in a blanket of flesh. I feel safe and want to see what is holding me. When I lift my gaze, my blood goes cold. All the warmth I had grasped slithery away.
I know that face.
I know those eyes.
Thump. Thump. My heart and my brain are telling me to run away, but the more I struggle the tighter his grasp on me seems to get. So tight. It feels as if I will pop if he holds me any tighter. I want him to let go, I claw at his arms, I push away, I try everything I can to get as far away from him as I possibly can. Finally, he releases me from his grasp and I can breathe normally again. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath.
The world goes black and the only light s enveloping him. it almost seems to be inviting me to go into the light.
Cold. the cold is seeping back into my bones, my pulse is racing and I can't keep my thoughts straight.
He looks at me with a sad smile. As if he knows I can't stay where I am for any longer.
No. I won't go back to him, he stabbed me in the heart and left me to die of the blood loss. The cold is settling into my heart and I can feel it start to turn to ice. I don't care. I can't care. As long as that man can't touch me.
I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. 'Calm down Jaelyn. Calm down. As long as he stays in the light he can't hurt you.'
I feel something. Something is wrong. Why do I feel like an icy breath? I open my eyes. He is gone. The light is empty.
No, I can still feel him. his icy gas hasn't disappeared I can feel it behind me. I turn around. His face is inches from mine, and before I can jump away he grabs me with his claws and drugs me into his arms. I struggle to get free, but he has his grip on me. He starts to pull.
Down a slippery passage, we descend. I keep trying to pry his claws off me, but the more I struggle the harder his grip gets. I slip and slide down the slide. The air is brisk and I can feel the dangerous aura oozing from the walls. I turn around to run back up, but he is standing behind me barring the entrance. his face has an eery smile and his eyes glitter like he is enjoying playing with a new toy.
He steps forward.
I step back. Back and forth we continue until I am against the back of the wall. Suddenly the wall disappears and I am barely on the edge of a cliff. below me what appears 100 miles is an ocean made of glass, mirrors, stones, and blades. I know a fall would kill me and there was no other way to escape.
he looks at me with his cold eyes saying that he wishes I would step forward and come back to him. He holds out his bony arm and claw. I step forward as if to take his hand, and when I do I spin and push him into the ocean. Before he falls his grip on my hand tightens and I am pulled down with him.
My hand catches the rocks and we dangle off the side of the cliff, barely holding on. his claw around my ankle is keeping him from harm.
I try to kick him off, but only manage to shake myself and almost fall off the cliff. I feel another claw on my leg and notice he is trying to climb up my body to get back to the top.
No. if I am going to die then he is going with me. I have made up my mind.
I release my hand from the cliff and we both plummet the ocean's surface. I can feel the sensation of falling and the wind on my skin as I plummet to my death. I close my eyes. And wait for the broken shards to pierce my body.