O.K. So here's my new story. To start with I would like to say that this story is originaly in spanish and I'm writing it too, but what makes the huge difference is that this one is being check by my new betareader kellinw (I guess you've read her Past&Present), because I don't know enough english as to fully translate it myself. So, put your hand together for her please, she did an awesome job. I'm very proud of you, you are an awesome writter.
Second, This translation is not word by word, so there are some sentences that doesn't appear on the spanish version. Agein, sorry, this is my english, it's not perfect, so, that's the main difference between my notes and the story. My notes aren't checked.
And third, this story it's going to turn up to be quite slow in it's uploading for the same reason of the betareading stuff, so I'll be uploading one chapter a month.
Now with the reading!
Prologue
If things had happened in the right order, everything would have been different. Maybe. Maybe then I wouldn't have to run to save my life. Stuff like that.
Maybe if my life had followed a normal course, my feelings wouldn't have been so messed up. My heart kept jumping continuously, desperate to escape from the confines of my chest. So fast there was no way to measure the speed. In fact, it had the slightest berry flavour.
Obviously, running wouldn't help me much. If everything I had thought of was true, then he would be able to smell me and see me through even the thickest of snow. The snow was thick today. Not thick enough, though. Never thick enough.
Damn it! Weather wasn't really as interesting to me as it was to say... meteorologists, or God, but at the moment, it wasn't working to my favor. How long would I be able to escape? I was tired of it. Both of us were. Mostly me, I thought. He didn't get tired – not in the literal sense, anyway. Perhaps the supernatural speed helped...? Yeah. Maybe.
It was time to accept that he was just having fun. Drawing it out. Playing with food. My stomach twisted and untwisted and retwisted at the idea. Disgusting. Stupid imagination. I felt my blood draining, until it was just about all at my toes. I stopped and my hands fell to my sides.
"Stop playing with your food!" I demanded. I just wanted it over with. I knew he could hear me and I tried to sound brave.
I heard the over-polite and sweet laugh that I had come to know – hate.
I knew I didn't have a way back. I was tired of running, too. It scared me, and yet, I body was filled with joy. Wicked feelings. My legs wanted to move and I willed myself to be terrified... Nothing happened. I was so stupid. Always thinking about fantasy when I should have been living in the real world.
I was enchanted. The fact he was alive made it both terrible and fantastical. I was hopeless. So fascinated. I shouldn't have been and I was. Who knew everything would become the truth and I would end up here, now. I had no choice but to realize:
He was there for real.
Well, so that's the prologue. What do you guys think about it? Please let me know, it's important for me, I promise I'll answer as I can every single review if you do.
And again, kellinw, thank you like a million times for your awesome betareading job.