Hey guys, this is a short teaser for a story I'm currently working on. It's my first fanfic, although I've written a few short stories earlier. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: nothing of Twilight is mine
As I walked towards the ring, I felt excitement running through my veins. The familiar rush of adrenaline giving me a kick. But still… something was off this time, I was nervous. As if what I'm going to, isn't right. As if I should be doing this a different way. But I'm not sure if I can let go of my old habits, I don't know if I'm able to survive without the pain. The bleeding of my nose, the ache in my stomach when I get kicked. All of it was part of my life, it were the strings I could hold on to. The things that helped me make sure I was still sane. But as I looked in his piercing green eyes, I wasn't sure if I could hurt him anymore.
Every time I got kicked or punched, it hurt him more than me. He couldn't stand watching me suffer. I knew he could help me picking up my life again. But was I ready for that?
I looked for the last time in his eyes and stepped into the ring, I knew I had to make a decision. Punch or being punched.
Well I hope I got your interest. :)
love,
Angelina