I braced myself, waiting for the pain. But nothing came, all I heard was a chuckle.
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you yet, no I need you alive for proof" He said as I opened my eyes, even though I hadn't noticed that they were closed in the first place. He sounded so…rehearsed. And kind of cliché.
Why? I thought, not bothering to say it out loud, since he apparently heard every word I thought. Geez that was creepy.
"Because, I don't want Adam doing this again of course. Although, I don't think he will, but I couldn't just let him get away with it, what fun would that be?" The blonde purred.
What? I thought, he was making no sense. This time; however, he didn't answer my thought.
"Anyway, you'll be alive for another few days, not that you'll want to be. And you do get a court trial" He laughed at the end, and I guessed that this 'court trial' was something I had very little chance of winning.
The blonde sighed, "Adam really screwed up this time. It's too bad really, you smell rather divine. Are you clean?" He asked.
"Um, I showered yesterday" I answered awkwardly.
He sighed again, "Not that kind of clean. I mean, have you ever had drugs? Alcohol?" He asked, exasperated.
I had once snuck a sip of wine last year. Ethan had told me it tasted great, even though he was 15, just like me. It tasted vile by the way, but I pretended to like it because he was so happy. I found out later that he was happy because he thought I would get drunk and he could get a little action. There was no way I was going to tell the blonde this, of course.
But one look at his face and I knew he had heard, he was grinning like aCheshire cat. Great.
"Mmm, innocence. A great thing really. Drugs really do pollute the blood, except for mine of course. I'm not harmed by them one bit, not even addicted. Ahh, being immortal, it's fantastic, you should really try it" He laughed at this, like it was the funniest thing he's ever heard. He was still laughing as he left, and I doubted he had left the door unlocked.
I spent the next shameful hour or so crying. I thought about all the things I'd miss. The energizing feeling of being out in the pouring rain, the blissful feeling of my hair blowing in the breeze, the weightless feeling when I jump off the high dive, and I'm floating in air for a moment before I splash into the refreshing water that smells of the sweet scent of chlorine.
I had never really grasped the concept of dying before, I never really wanted to. I always figured I'd worry about that once I got to it. I'm actually glad I'd never thought it through before, because then I would have some serious emotional problems. Well, more than I already had.
But the thing is, I really didn't know what was going to happen. I hadn't found time to really look at religion and decide if I would follow my mother's Christian footsteps or my father's Muslim ones. So I was uncertain. I might be anyway, because what I have learned has never really been incredibly descriptive about the afterlife.
This, sadly, caused me to freak out a little more, and I started to hyperventilate. Perfect.