The way they fought was too impossibly quick, there limbs and arms flying out to each other's faces and stomachs it was all a big black and white whirl. I could make out who they were by their hair, neither was losing neither was winning, I heard one snarl out in anger which was Alec, ''why did you leave her alone? You're meant to be protecting her''! His shouts echoed through the castle, his hisses teased with venom, Demetri growled ''we left her alone for 5 minutes Alec! Since when did you become interested in the wellbeing of humans anyway'' Demetri's own voice was unkind now, his snarls were rippling out of his chest, I suddenly heard something CRACK it was my arm a pain like no other I had ever felt shot up it I yelped out in pain realizing it was one of their arms that had gotten my own, ''Layla! LAYLA LAYLA!'' I heard a soft echoing voice call, it sounded worried in the least, ''use your gift Alec now!"
That's all I could remember, I slipped into a nightmare right afterwoods.
(nightmare)
''oh dear me, you didn't think you could actually get away from me did you Laylay, because if you did you are quite dumber than you seem to be'' It was HIM someone I begged myself not to say his name, he stood there we were in the Volterra Castle, though it looked like it had been in a war with cracks and dents everywhere. I could hear footsteps, CLICK, a door swung open and there revealed Alec his eyes were different than before, they were more emotional now as he looked over at me with his red eyes in the dream I felt a strange tingle of what felt like shock run through me. I walked over to him as he stretched out his arms smirking as he did, I ran then into them like he was a guardian angel, suddenly the HE was gone. Alec's cool arms wrapped around me like they were protecting me from everything. ''I missed you Layla, I thought he took you away from me again'' Alec whimpered into my hair, I shuddered as he suddenly turned bad, he arched his neck up and bit into my skin with a sickening popping sound, I screamed prying him off but it would not work, his teeth had sunk and I felt blood running down my neck. I started to lose focus but I could see his eyes in front of my face with a giant smirk pulled up, he wiped some blood clean off of his mouth ''night night Layla''.
(end)
I flung up from my bed, my heart pounding like there was no tomorrow, the first thing I saw was Alec and Demetri at the end of my bed standing there with surprised expressions and crossed arms over their chests. Alec was at my side, his eyes looked dark and hungry just like in the dream…I flinched away why had I dreamt about that, ''I honestly think you need to feed Alec' 'Demetri said quietly, Alec hissed but fled the room, along with Demetri without any explanations as to why I had a nightmare, they seemed quite angry. I winced at my arm, it had a large cast over it. I remembered HIM, the one that I hated with every last ounce of dislike I could get, he had been in my dream too, I felt my tears falling down, I sucked in a gasp and locked the bathroom door behind me like I'd done too many times before.
I remembered everything. I remembered HIM and I remembered the other reason why I was depressed and angry and sad, so sad. My little sister was 6 and I was 10,we were in the car with our parents laughing and giggling at some toy, our parents were on a busy highway and they said not to be loud but we didn't listen, we were only kids. She took the toy away from me and I had screamed so loud that both my parents turned around their eyes filled with anger, I remember looking past their heads to the screen where a gigantic truck was coming towards us, my heartbeat nearly gave out, I shouted as they looked to where I was looking. I turned to face my little sister who I presumed I'd never see again, who still was unaware of the danger that was about to hit us, she smiled up at me with her small teeth and big eyes, that's the last memory of my sister as the truck hit us her head hit the window with a sickening crush and I blanked out. I awoke in the hospital, suffered enough injuries to almost kill me, the doctors informed me of my parents and that they were just in the other room, I remember asking ''where's sissy''? And seeing the grave answer in their eyes.
I wasn't me after that, but it never really sunk in that she was gone until I was 12, my parents started fighting too much, for too long. One little argument turned into the police being rung, I had hid up in my sisters room surrounded by her toys like they were soldiers, I curled up into a ball and cried. When I was 13, nothing was better, at high school people treated me like a freak pulling my bag, hurting me physically and emotionally, hit after hit. Nothing was better at home either, my parents, started to do drugs, they would leave days at a time and not tell me anything, I'd wake up and they were gone. When they came back they had pale skin and bloodshot eyes with cunning smiles, telling me I was worthless and it was my fault Lucy died. This was when I started to cut.
If you, yourself were to harm yourself, can you imagine the pain? Can you imagine actually purposely cutting your way out of everything you know? Can you imagine waking up feeling your wrists or skin bruised bloody and swollen, and face the fact that you did it to yourself? That those marks were there forever and the monster inside of you made them? No you couldn't, not if you haven't done it before.
I knew it was wrong to do, and it is wrong to do. There is always a better way Bleh blah blah, but you lose a little faith in humanity when everyone and everything you knew changed. The first time I did it, it was strange. I used a nail cutter, the cleaning bit, the bit that has a little nick hook at the end, it dug its way into my skin
''your worthless'' CUT!
''your stupid'' CUT
''Your fault'' CUT!
''Your wrong''CUT!
''Emo freak'' CUT!
Cut after cut after cut. It released all my emotions, like I was my own canvas and I was just carving their words through or painting them. Tears still flood, worse than before, I was drowning in my own tears and sadness, no one knew, no one really cared. I concealed with make-up, bracelets and long sleeved clothes, my parents of course laughed at me and my ways of dressing and looking but I didn't care. All I could think about every day was getting home and cutting,cutting,cutting. All day.
Until Alec ''rescued'' me. But I sat in the bathroom thinking all this over, with the nail cutter in my hand shaking, a soft knock came on the door. ''Layla it's me Alec'' Alecs voice was soothing I suppose, I couldn't answer my eyes began to water, my breath shortening. He suddenly slammed the door open, his eyes trailing down to meet mine, with the blood in my hand and the blade in the other.
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