Speak
By: Skyela Rickman-Walters
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any of the Twilight Saga. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer. They only thing I own is the story plot and a few original characters I have created.
A/n: Please read, enjoy and review!!! Every review counts!!!
Preface
I had known it would narrow down to this—I knew—somehow within my wildest, darkest dreams—that we would someday meet again. I could feel my heart plummeting downwards into the pit of my stomach as I stared across the familiar hallway into his handsome, carelessly arrogant face. It was that face that kept me up into the early morning, as I was afraid to succumb to sleep. It was his face that had me constantly looking over my shoulder, always fearing the life I now lived. Even though I felt afraid now, I moved so that I stood in of my savior—if anything I had to keep my savior safe.
Who knew this world could be filled with so many things that were supposed to surreal? As his cold, dreadful eyes caught mine, our hands clasped so tightly together I was nearly positive that my savior and I had finally been bonded together for life. Fear teased my heart my heart now, but my scream was loud and triumphant as we clutched each other, one's arms shielding the other from the brash, clean cut horror show that was about to play out before our very eyes.
As he stepped forward with irrefutable grace, his dazzling white smile nearly blinding us with its glamor, it became clearly evident to me that we were moving now, our legs pounding up the stairway with fierce determination while my mind was trying to freeze the two of us still. For a brief moment of sanity, I was reminded of two people dancing, two partners swaying to and fro in perfect time. We were fearfully dancing for our lives—one wrong move and it could quite possibly be over. I tried to listen to my mind, tried to stop my trembling legs from shaking like leaves—but the fear already had me cornered, hot and eager to let me fall.
Stupidity often comes hand in hand with fear; the predator lunged forward, eager to pull us both down to the floor with him as we danced, I finally stopped running and stood to face my death with open heart and mind, body and soul.
So.....I know its short--but is the preface :) If you want more, I need at least 9 or 10 reviews. Come guys, do you stuff!!!
Much love,
Skye 3