A/N: Here's chapter three! I just got home from school and I was like "I feel like updating!" :3 So here you go. Tell me how you like it!
Summary: Broken and torn, Clare Edwards is forced to live with another family since her parents are in a horrible accident. But could she find sympathy from a green eyed boy or find even more darkness?
Chapter Three-
"Trying to stop the bleeding."
"Come over here, now!" I backed away from him. My head was loosing focus. I knew I'd be dead soon. I was just a matter of time. He held the knife at hand tightly, gripping the handle with as much power as he possibly can.
"Do as you're told! You hear me? Do as you're told!" My feet trembled before him and walked closer and closer to him.
The tears that were cornering my eyes were willing to fall but didn't. If he saw me cry he'd loose it. He'd want to just remain being my gruesome stalker.
"That's my girl. Now put your hands above your head." I stared at him with tear filled eyes. Confusion sweeping across my face. He barked at me again. But this time with more rage.
"Are you deaf?" At this point the knife was facing my neck and with one forceful move he compulsory the knife forward.
"Huh!" I gasped. I arched my back up and grabbed a hold of my breathing.
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream." I said trying to calm myself down. Great! The nightmares are back. Next these won't just be nightmares. They'll be tragedies waiting to make their way into my messed up life.
I slid myself out of bed and into the hall. The one thing I'd need most right now was water. It always would calm me down in my time of agony.
My eyes wondered through the moonlit hall. There were three doors (besides mine) to choose.
I was so shaken up I forgot where Bullfrog had told me where the bathroom was located.
When I was done studying my paths, I went straight across the hall and carefully opened the hollow door.
When it was fully open my nose caught a swift scent of the axe cologne and the strange smell of Eli.
OH GOD! I WAS IN HIS ROOM!
Short breaths were sounded as Eli snored softly. For some unremarkable reason I felt different when I was just in there.
I felt as if I was safe. Like he'd make my nightmares go away.
"Hello?" A soft whisper sounded. I then zoned into reality and noticed that I was still standing in his door way.
"Sorry, I thought this was the bathroom." Way to play it cool Clare. Good JOB!
He shifted on his bed and extended his arm so he could turn on the lamp on his nightstand.
He glared at me with groggy green eyes. My back and chest tightened and shuddered.
"The bathroom's on the left by my room. Try not to forget next time." He snapped. I felt like a total idiot.
I thought he hated me before. But now he hates me even more. I said my thanks and began exiting his room when he stopped me with his voice. His dark, sympathetic voice.
"Clare..I-..I didn't mean to be harsh."
"It's okay. I know that I'm barging into your life and all. I'll try staying out of your way." He nodded dazedly and turned his lamp off.
I pulled his door closed and made my self into the bathroom, shutting the door and getting water.
The coldness of the water really helped my nerves and frustration towards the nightmare.
But Eli…. He had different ways of magic that I fell for. His eyes, his sarcastic tone and attitude. It all seeped into me like a drug.
But he hates me…
And I should hate him? Right?
I'm no where near his world. He's emotionally torn, I'm pathetic. He tries getting through things, I can't.
It would never work.
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My eyes opened and caught the glimpse of the light peering through my blinds. I was a total jerk. But there were reasons why I couldn't be by her. Painful and disturbing reasons.
Last time I was in a relationship I was hurt. But she was killed. I blamed my self for her death and cut, ODed, everything mental patients go through to get to Crodane.
Uh, even the thought of Crodane leaves me speechless. I can't, never, get close to her. No matter how much I wanted to.
Images of the scars from my arms made instant replays in my head. I cut myself so deep once that I almost went into coma.
"God…" I muttered. Just thinking about that made my head go round. It made my arms itch with a burning passion. It made me feel alive.
I stretched my arms above my head and looked at my alarm clock.
It read nine 'O' eight. Time to get up and face my greatest fears…
She was the beautiful girl just living down the hall.
…..Clare Edwards….
(End Of chapter three)
A/N: Okay! How was that? Bad? Good? Absorbing? Gruesome? You tell me. Oh and the person with the most longest and inerrable review gets a surprise! Let's just see what it is? Shall we… :3 REVIEW!
