Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my very first officially-completed chapter, I think it might be a bit too dramatic, but I guess I just like to be emotional. Anyways, this one picked up in the middle of the Elite, where America walked in on Maxon and Celeste making out in the hallway in the middle of the night, and after their gazes met, America then took off running.
Please don't hate me, and hope you enjoy it, I tried to make every character looked like the original one, or at least not too different anyway, so please read it, like it, follow it, or do whatever you like.
Oh, right, and please review, tell me what you think, if I'm too emotional or something, I need to know if I should continue the story, it depends on whether you guys like it or not, anyway, just enjoy it!
The first few lines are from the book. And a few below as well.
Disclaimer: I did not own the Selection nor any of the character. All rights go to Kiera Cass!
chapter 1: God had just slapped me in the face
Once I was out of earshot, I broke into a run, blazing past all the guards and butlers working late into the night. The tears started to come before I made it to the main stairway. I pulled myself up and moved quickly to my room. I push past the concerned guard and through the doorway. In the quiet stillness of my room, I felt my heart ache. So stupid, America. So stupid. My eyes sting, I could feel tears kept bursting out my eyes, blurring my vision and sticking my messy hair on my face.
He didn't love me anymore. Maybe he has never even felt that way before. I'm so goddamnly blind for even falling for him.
I wondered why my heart can manage to ache so much. Then, I thought, oh, no, it couldn't, only because it's already been ripped out of my chest, and it was the hollow wound that burned. I took a deep breath, but, who was I kidding? My lungs have already abandoned me, too, gave up on expending, gave up on keeping me alive, gave up on me, like the rest of my world. Like Maxon.
Maxon.
The mention of the name was like a slap on the face that went all the way down my spine and spread countless agony all through my body, it made me want to die just to end this pain. Why haven't I bee dead already? I wondered. Or, maybe, I was already dead.
I didn't even notice where I was until I feel the emptiness underneath my feet. Somewhere between thoughts, I somehow automatically walked out into the balcony, and sat on the rail of it, feet dangling in the air, facing the garden.
The now slowing tears only broke into a more uncontrollable sob, when I caught sight of the bench where all these wonderful chaos began. Our bench.
I was sobbing like child who had just fallen and felt pain for the very first time when I heard someone cried out my name.
" America! " I heard pain, concern, regret in the voice, along with an undeniable panic.
The voice only made me hurt more, if it's even possible. I have no idea what to do, all I knew was that I want the pain to stop. And just as I pushed myself off the rail, numb and shattered, letting the cold breeze embrace me, a pair of strong and warm hands grabbed me by my waist and pulled me backward, made us both falling onto the solid ground. I was still sobbing so hard, and my head was throbbing when I collapsed on the marble that I didn't realize someone was holding me so tight, cradling me, and that that someone was saying something in my ears. No, not " someone" , it's Maxon.
" America, love, " he whispered, voice crumbling.
I started to sink into his familiar warmth when a sudden screaming voice in my head shouted " he cheated on you with a half-naked Celeste!" I jerk back, escaping from his arms. I tried to stand with my paralyzed limbs, while breathing hard, literally catching my breath as an intention to stop the sobs. I couldn't let him see me break.
" America, were you trying to kill yourself? " He snapped, not bother to hide the rich anger and pain in his voice.
Anger. How dare him be angry at me, he's the one who had been caught dead making out with someone else.
" You… lied to me." I chocked out panting, ignoring his question.
" What? When? " He seemed to be taken aback that he has forgotten his own question as well.
" When haven't you been? How could the same person who talked about proposing to me want to be caught dead in a hallway with someone like her? " I started to feel lightheaded.
" What I did with her has absolutely nothing to do with how I feel about you."
" You're joking, right? " I said, still trying hard, and failing, to catch my breath. Inhale, I told myself. " Or because you're the next king, I supposed it's acceptable for you to have half-naked girls draped across you whenever you like? " Somehow, oxygen seemed to refuse to enter my lungs, perhaps my pain has scared it away.
Maxon looked stricken. " No. That's not what I think at all." He reached out for me. " America," I didn't take his hand, " America, please, listen to me." He reached out yet again, took a step forward.
I took a step back, " Don't touch me!" I swayed back, stumbled toward the bathroom, fighting the dizziness controlling my head. " I can't believe I was stupid enough to actually fall in love with you." I hissed, gasping for air.
" Please, love, let me explain." He pleaded, hesitated for a moment before following behind me.
I needed to stay away from him. I needed to even out my breathing. I needed to calm down. I didn't know what's wrong with me, but having him here, this close, just a few feet away, was definitely no help. If anything, it only seemed to enrage me even more.
My lungs were struggling to breathe in as much oxygen as they could as I chocked out the words, " I …"-inhale- " caught you…"-exhale- " right at the… moment,"-I finally reached the bathroom door. " There's…" -my hand was clenching at my chest, trying to inhale- " nothing left to say!" And, with that, I slammed the door shut, and quickly lock it with trembling fingers, just before Maxon bumped himself right into it.
No sooner than the door shut behind me, I immediately fell to the ground, causing a loud crash as my body hit the floor. Black spots started to cover my vision.
" America? Are you alright?" Concern flooded into his voice. " America, say something!" panicking, he started to bang on the door, but the sounds became muffled.
I parted my lips, trying to force out words, only to fail, 'cause I couldn't talk, my windpipe is too stubborn to let the air go through, and it felt like someone had crushed a rock on my chest. Am I dying? I thought to myself. Is this what it felt like to die? I could see nothing but darkness, and could barely feel the coldness of the floor beneath my cheek. Both of my hands were weakly clenching my chest, desperately to rip it open as if that's the only way to make air fill it.
The last thing I knew was that someone broke through the door with a loud crack, and then I felt strong arms scooped me up before darkness took over.
AN: Oh, ya! Congratulations, you finally finished the first chapter, the next one, which is already done just need to wait for me to type it in my laptop, will be in Maxon's POV, but it's the same scene, hope you will like it, and please, pretty, big please, review.
Thanks for reading!