Chapter Twelve

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I felt like I had died again.

Like I was floating, like I was part of something else, something greater. Maybe I was finally somewhere safe, where he couldn't get me, couldn't put his cold hands on me.

Clouds…Light…Voices…

Green Eyes…

'Wait…'

I realized that my eyes had opened. The room I was in looked like a hospital, though I could tell at the same time that it was not. It was white, with no splashes of color what so ever.

Except, of course, for the pair of green eyes that looked at me so compassionately.

As I realized that there was in fact a pair of very alive human eyes staring at me, connected to a very alive human body, I jumped back, edging away. What if my father had sent him? Hired him? To find me! Yes, that was the only explanation…

And then, I heard his voice, and I felt as though I would melt.

" Es tut meir lied…"

He spoke our language in a way I had never heard…perhaps it was just his mesmerizing voice. I can not even describe it now, the heartfelt way that words erupted from his throat. I felt calm with him.

I had heard of crushes. Usually, teenage girls got them when they grew up. It was when they would see a boy they would like, and think about being with him themselves.

That must be this feeling.

But…My father…He had always said " Boys should like Girls. That is the only way things should be." But, why? Why was that?

I decided I was thinking too much. I stayed edged away from him, even as these thoughts raised.

" Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you."

I didn't know how to respond to that. How did I know that he wouldn't? We had just met—Was he looking for my trust? I couldn't give him that. Not yet.

I kept my mouth shut.

He smiled softly at me. I took this chance to evaluate him. He looked to be a bit older than me, perhaps only a year or two. His eyes were burning into my own.

I could never to this day…Forget the pain in those eyes.

My eyes wandered over the rest of him, realizing he wore a black robe, that covered his entire body. I could tell, by the part of him arm that was visible, that he was quite skinny.

My eyes met his once more, and I decided…

I wanted him to stay. I wanted him near me. He gave me a smile that made my heart flutter.

" Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Klaus."

He held out his hand to me, still with that beautiful smile gracing his face, and I lifted my right arm to accept.

I had forgotten, however, that it was broken.

I bit my lip, holding back my scream. I didn't want to show him my weakness…my pitiful weakness.

He took my arm and turned it a certain way. It hurt, it really did…I was about to cry out, to scream at him, to beg to leave.

Then I realized it had gone numb. I couldn't feel it at all.

I looked at him amazed. He noticed my expression, and laughed.

" Did that help?" His voice had that natural calm…I nodded. " Good, Good…See, I'm a doctor." After he said that, he laughed a bit, seemingly at himself. " Well, I am in training to become a doctor."

I felt numb, and by that, I don't mean just my arm. He was so kind…Why did I just…Why did I feel this way?

He lifted up his arm, and pulled back the long sleeve, exposing a scarred wrist. I felt a pang of sadness right in my heart. I looked over at my own wrist, still healing, and looked up at him.

" You aren't ready to talk yet. But when you are…you can talk to me, okay?"

I could feel myself staring at him, but I didn't even try to stop. My useable hand gripped his hand tightly, and I felt myself being pulled into an embrace.

He smelt like oranges…With the scent of a dewy spring morning. My head was rested on his shoulder, and my heart was beating so quickly…

' Why did I just grab his hand? Why am I in his arms now…?'

I wanted to stop questioning it. It felt so good, so right..

I began to shake, though I couldn't explain why. He pulled away from me slowly, and I found myself toiling away in my mind over weather to yell and scream at him for letting me go. But he did not leave…He was still close. I could still hold his hand. He spoke.

" Did I scare you?"

I shook my head 'no', and finally found my voice, shaky as it was. " No, you didn't…I…I don't know why I…"

He raised his other hand, the one not in my own. " No, No. I know why. Don't worry about it." He smiled.

I did all that I had been doing so far—I nodded. He rendered me speechless. I felt that if I spoke, that if I said a word, that he would leave, leave me all alone. I couldn't even bear the thought. How silly—We had only just met.

When he was my wrists…I felt more ashamed than I ever had. Before, I had loved that feeling, loved what I had done to myself—It was freedom. But now, his eyes, full of sympathy…

It made me feel small.

I felt like I was not good enough to be alive, here, on this earth. Which, of course, brought me back to suicide, which was what I regretted and hated myself for in the first place.

'A never ending cycle.'

What had I done to deserve it?

'Damn my ancestors to hell.'

I felt like laughing at that thought. Why would people hold grudges because of things that happened hundreds of years ago? I hadn't done anything, not me personally. What if I wanted nothing to do with Faustus?

Maybe they wouldn't believe me.

While caught up in my angsty delusions, I hadn't realized that Klaus was now bandaging my wrist once again.

" All of your running around today seemed to open it up again." He was so gentle when wrapping it…I felt nothing but his soft fingers every once and while, stroking across my skin. His finger ran across my arm, near the elbow. I realized how it tickled.

I laughed. Just for a second, I laughed. I had forgotten how it was to laugh…What it felt like.

Klaus looked at me in that moment like he never had before. He had looked shocked for a moment, but then, his face broke into a huge smile, the black hair around his face still holding his mystery.

" You smiled!" He stopped my bandaging and put his hands on my shoulders. His face so close to mine as he spoke, in such a happy tone.

" You don't know how happy you have just made me…" He pulled away and smiled, but this time, in a sad way.

" I'm sorry." He looked down at the ground, twiddling his thumbs. I hung on every word. I wanted to know about him, just as he wanted to know about me.

Or maybe not. Who cares about me after all?

"Another runaway…"

I looked at him quickly.

" Another runaway with slashed wrists, like you. Only…" He shut his eyes in pain. " He never smiled again. Until the day he died…He had a disease.

I felt so stupid…

So, I had been beat a few times…So what? Things would have gotten better…If I wasn't weak, I wouldn't be bothering Klaus now…

'Just a bother…'

I felt the overwhelming sadness come back…But I didn't want him, of all people, to see me cry.

I turned away from him, laying on my side. I heard something from him, something that sounded like a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth. The tears flowed freely, and I felt a finger trace the scars on my back.

I hear him get up, and I heard his footsteps, as he walked towards the door.

'Stay with me Klaus. Hold me Klaus, Don't let him get me.'

They were thought, not said. I couldn't stop them.

" So, you want me to stay with you?"

I froze. His footsteps returned to my bedside.

" I…will hold you, if you don't think it would hurt too much. You're pretty scarred up. I wouldn't want to jostle any of those wounds."

My mind screamed for him, but I didn't utter a word.

' I don't care about that, I just want you here with me! How…Wait, how did you know I was thinking that? This is…weird…'

Klaus began to chuckle. I felt a cold sweep of air over me. 'How…Okay, it must be a coincidence.'

"Alright, Ill stay with you. Sit up for a minute."

I leaned up, and he sat on the bed, leaning against the backboard. He opened his arms. I hesitated for a moment, and then lay my head on his chest, my one good arm draped across his chest.

" Is your other arm alright?"

I nodded. It didn't matter that it was numb, and it wouldn't even matter if it was burning. I only wanted to stay where I was.

I wasn't thinking of hurt, I wasn't thinking of what happened before. I was here, now, with him. I felt so safe…More so than ever before.

I had never truly believed in all this talk of love at first sight…I knew that I was too young anyway. Now, I begged to differ. How else could I explain this feeling? I knew, I had heard…That love takes time, but…

Thats what this was. And the last thought before I welcomed sleep was…

'…I think…I might love you, Klaus…'

End Chapter Twelve

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