Hi! This is my first FanFiction! Hope you guys like it! [Starts from how Nicholas locks her in the closet xD ] Enjoy! Please review! Credit to Alyxandra Harvey, author of the Drake Chronicles! I was on FB and pretending to do homework when I did this, Hope you like it!
Chapter 1!
Lucy's POV
Nicholas was full on kissing me. I was starting to get worried but hey, kisses are hypnotizing, let alone a kiss from Nicholas. I knew something weird was going on because Nick never went this long when kissing me. Of course, I didn't stop him, why would I? I could barely utter a word –let alone breathe. And then he stopped, his eyes filled with guilt, like they always do when he has to force himself to stop. But this time, his gaze was different –teary eyed. I almost cried myself when he pushed me farther, into a trap. Why hadn't I seen this coming? I heard a click and now I knew for sure that there was no escape until he came back. How could I not see me heading for a closet?
But I, being myself, had to try. I pounded my fists on the door. I knew everyone in the house could hear it. I carried this on for another 5 minutes before I realized that my hands would bruise if I didn't stop. So I began kicking the door, screaming, even throwing myself against it. Stupid door! But more importantly, stupid Nicky! I could hear people running towards the living room which meant they were about to leave. Panicked, I hit my head on the door. The commotion from downstairs abruptly stopped as they all heard it, loud and clear.
OW! My mind screamed. Gosh! Why am I so stupid and reckless? I shouldn't be panicking, I should be plotting Nicholas' death because when I get out of here, he is so dead!
My thoughts were interrupted by someone trudging up the stairs. I bounced up and down with delight. I knew they wouldn't leave me like this! But then I heard very faintly, Nicholas saying, "I'm sorry Lucy."
Then all of them were gone. He didn't let me reply. I could just picture it in my mind. He left with his mighty vampire speed. I should've been angry, I should've been outraged. But uncharacteristically, I broke down. It was so unlike me but I just couldn't get over it. I loved Nick. He was my world –the drakes were my world. My heart ached and my breathing was all over the place, just imagine if Nicholas broke up with me? I couldn't. I wouldn't live through it. My other exes had never even made me shed a tear, I just had cussed at them like a mad dog (which my parents wanted to take me to a psychiatrist to work out my anger more…rashly).
I cried for what felt like an eternity. I'd never been so damaged. I then started to feel claustrophobic. I screamed. I ninja kicked the door, I tried everything. Of course, he chose the closet with the stupid nic-nac's. It was all ridiculous. I threw everything at the door. Helena was going to hate me after this. I didn't care. At least I would be out. Thumbtacks, rubber bands, pencils, and most office supplies spilled to the floor. I moved it to the side and leaned against the wall till I slid down and was in a sitting position. I held myself. Then I became crafty with the office supplies. In fact, I became too 'crafty.' Blood slid down my arms. But I wasn't thinking. If the Drake's took long enough, the blood would dry and be less noticeable. Or so I hoped, anyways. Then I cried again. I hyperventilated, screamed, shouted, and bawled. The pain distracted me. But when it was gone, I thought about Nick, and did it all over again. More blood, tears, and noise –this cycle repeated; nearly endless.