I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole wedding ordeal.

I didn't even love her, my character did; nonetheless i cared for her which is what made this nasty little scheme so confusing to me.

I was torn between these two people, one was the villain the other was not much of a Villain but was somewhat of a decent person I suppose.

I was so befuddled inside my brain I couldn't tell which emotions were actually my own.

My thoughts jumbled around in my head, confusing me entirely, making it rather difficult to think straight.

I tried to get control because I could feel my grip of control slipping, I felt I was floating through this world, a ghost, no longer a part of my body but merely watching my every move in the background, while some other villain controlled my character by unseen strings.

I hardly recall getting dressed for the occasion.

I just arrived to the event dressed up to the nines and I barely remember removing her veil and kissing her.

I tried to picture the wedding being played out before me.

Her wedding gown was a pale lavender just like the one she'd worn on the beach, yet this one was stiff and the material was thin and whispy like cobwebs.

The pattern reminded me of faded out newspaper strips pasted on with glue.

We walked off arm in arm, she was of course a fine actress and she nearly fooled me into believing she was actually in love with me.

I wanted to believe it, I liked the feeling of believing it, but i knew it wouldn't last, so I shook off that blissful feeling and I congratulated her for playing her part so well.

I really didn't congratulate her, infact to put it mildly all i did was regard her efforts and i lightly reassured her that she wouldn't regret it.

She just smiled but I could her see the subtle sparkle in her eyes go dim and cold.

"I hope when you close your eyes tonight that you go into a permanent coma.

I just thought I'd let you know, Oh sweet loving husband of mine".

She feigned a charming laugh as if I had something cute and endearing.

"I'm so glad you feel that way, Oh lovely wife of mine".

Then I was in my room and she was asking me some strange question that I wasn't so sure about.

I'd heard her voice but not the words.

If I had heard the words they hadn't meant a word of sense.

It was all just gibberish to me.

"Sorry? What was that?'

"Am I to sleep in here or in my own room tonight?"

I didn't know quite how to awnser this.

She must have noticed my reluctance to answer her.

"I know this is more than you deserve but do you need me in here or can you manage without me?"

"Sleep...wherever you want".

"That doesn't awnser my question".

She raised her brows in disapproval.

She wore a magnificent purple silk gown that flowed down to the floor, it had crystal gemstones on the straps and the front of the dress specifically around the torso was designed to outline every subtle curve.

She had one those hour glass figures and though I tried not to notice there were silver twirls woven into the material that firmly clung to her chest.

The way the dress was designed was a little too low cut for my liking, although it covered everything it should quite securely the dress exposed her neck and her forcibly impressive shoulders.

"You look... rather...nice".

Was all I could manage to say.

"That's kind of you to say so".

"Are you...uh...going somewhere or am I to assume these are your new night clothes?"

"Neither.

I just found in hanging up in my closet and I thought I'd try it on.

Then I thought to myself maybe I'll impress him but it's not as if it really matters.

It's only you and I don't care much about your opinion of me."

"Well I must say I am impressed.

If I'm to be honest it looks absolutely magnificent on you. I mean you look magnificent...in that dress.

Of course it's not just the dress that's bedazzling... you're bedazzling enough on your own...without it.

I'm sorry that came out terribly wrong.

You're beautiful with or without.

I mean to say you're beautiful... just the way

you are."

"Oh now, there's no need to put yourself out.

You're trying to hard. It's okay not to say anything...that eloquent.

I get what you're trying to say.

I look attractive and I am attractive to you.

You've made that pretty apparent when we first met, so it's really no secret to me.

After all I have eyes so it's pretty obvious that you're quite taken by me.

I don't need to be told.

Anyhow did you want me to stay or not?"

"Define what you mean by stay."

"Egads are you really that dense?

You have a bed, I have a bed and they are in separate rooms.

You want to keep it that way?"

She had her hands resting on her hips to demonstrate her present frustration.

"So all you're asking is wether or not I want to share a bed with you?"

"Yes we went through this already.

Incase you didn't know a husband and wife occasionally share a bed, sometimes they share it all the time.

If it's a really healthy relationship they might even share more than that but since we aren't one those power couples with undying love and the great relationship to back us up with, we might not share anything ever at all!".

Her eyes were on fire at this point and her voice took on a crackly and fiery edge to it.

"Okay...then I suppose that settles it...you sleep in there and I'll sleep in here.

Sleep wherever it suits you.

You're obviously not in a great mood anyway."

"Yes I know I'm a frigid stuck up little...woman.

I'm impossible, I'm cold, I'm difficult to live with... let's see what else am I...oh yes I'm not very cooperative, I'm not easy to deal with, I'm a rebel, I practically insult you all the time, I'm always going to be on your back about something, not to mention I'm super mouthy and disrespectful.

Yet you can't say you didn't sign up for this.

I warned you that I would go back to hating you and despising you and wishing you were dead."

"Sounds like the perfect wife to me.

In fact overall it sounds like a mighty fine marriage.

I mean it sounds rather typical to me, the overly smitten husband and the indifferent ever nagging wife."

"Oh I'm glad you find this all to be so humorous but if you don't mind I'm going to get some rest...in my room...in my bed...alone...without you".

"If that's what you want".

"You are absolutely unbelievable!"

She stormed off yet again which I would have thought to be even more humorous but then I realized I must have offended her in some way.

I could hear muffled little sniffles coming from the other side of the wall.

I hadn't heard any muffled sobs but then I forgot that tears weren't always expressed in a dramatic way.

I lightly and ever so gently knocked upon the door that conjoined our two rooms.

My cautious knocks were followed with silence.

"Look I'm sorry for being so dense.

If it's any consolation to you I wouldn't mind if you spent the night in here, in fact i would much prefer it that you stay out here...with me than spend your night in there alone.

You can come out now or come out whenever you're ready."

I then had to practically leap backwards because the door sprung forward, missing my left knee by nearly two inches.

"Oh really. Is that just flattery or was that you actually being genuine?"

Imagi's stormy blue eyes were slightly frayed with red around the edges from her silent episode of crying.

"Genuine. Completely genuine.

I'm mean no new bride should spend their night alone.

It's simply not proper.

It would be most inconsiderate of me to leave you alone on such a night like this.

This should be the best night of your entire life".

"Don't push it.

I'm not in the mood for romance.

So to be clear if I'm coming out here, I'm going to close my eyes and go straight to bed.

I'm sleeping that's it and if you touch me I'll make sure that you wear a body cast before tommorow morning.

Got it".

"Just to be clear with you I wasn't planning on doing anything strange tonight."

"Good to know.

I hope is stays that way".

"What is that supposed to mean?

Wait do you seriously think I'd take advantage of you?"

"You forced me to marry you so I wouldn't put it past you".

She spoke while leering through a scornful and distrusting glare.

"Wow. You must think I'm really terrible.

I'm not all bad you know.

Yes it's true I am a villain in this reality but I promise you that I won't lay a hand on you as long as you're here."

She trundled into my room and settled down on the farthest side of the bed.

It was a king sized bed so there was plenty of room for the both of us.

She seemed so small in comparison to the overly spacious bed and it felt like a ocean was between us because if she was any further from me she'd have to be on the floor.

It was the most uncomfortable and awkward night in my entire life yet somehow this uncomfortable awkwardness went on for several nights.

I never slept in fear of being stuck here even longer.

One of these sleepless nights she awoke gasping and in great distress.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

She was halfway up in the bed and she caught her breath and are smiled softly in the darkness.

"Well it wasn't exactly a bad dream but it wasn't a good dream either.

It's quite laughable but at the same time it was rather worrisome.

Oh nevermind it doesn't matter, it's just a dream.

A dream can't hurt you".

"Oh that's what I thought at first but dreams might mean alot of more than you think.

Could you perhaps to describe it to me?"

"Not much to describe really.

There were these men that overtook this place, they stormed in and they came with guns.

There were all these shots that were fired.

Then one of the guns was aimed at you and I got in front of it.

There were 3 or 4 shots and I took every one of them, all for you."

"Oh my that's terrible...that is especially for you."

I sarcastically feigned sympathy for her.

"Oh it wasn't that terrible.

I mean it wasn't even painful,it was just shocking more than anything.

I don't think I died, I just passed out in your arms strangely enough."

"Oh that is very strange and quite quaint if I may add.

It's very unlike you."

"It was, that's what makes it so strange and quaint.

You know what's even weirder is I didn't mind...you holding onto me...in the dream that is.

It just felt so..so natural yet it was a dream, it wasn't real, I'd never want you to hold onto me at anytime.

Nothing personal but i don't exactly like you.

I don't hate you but I'm not attracted you, I'm not comfortable with you as you can clearly see.

Let's just say you're...not my type".

"Good to know.

I of course don't take it personally.

You are your own person.

You're an individual after all.

I mean I get it you're not into villains.

It's understandable.

I'm not offended...at all".

I sighed softly to myself but somehow my hand drifted over to her own.

"Oh I'm sorry.

I'm out of line.

I don't know what came over me.

I do apologize.

It won't happen again. I promise".

I quickly and desperately apologized to her the moment I felt my fingertips touch her skin.

"No there's no reason to apologize.

I don't mind.

It's quite alright. Really I'm okay with it"

"What about the bit with the body cast?"

"Oh I didn't mean that.

I was angry and sometimes we say things we don't mean when we're angry.

You know you're not that that bad.

I don't think you're that bad of a guy.

I just was so heartbroken and upset and so blinded by my rage, I didn't realize how much damage I was doing.

I must hurt you're feelings and I'm sorry."

I gently cradled her chin with my thumb and index finger.

I caressed her chin, then her face with my palm.

"Speaking of bad, although your apology to me was very genuine, that whole bit about how I wasn't your type was not very convincing.

The speech was a little too drawn out and I hope you don't think me rude but you kind of rambled on especially towards the end there.

Honestly I think you were trying to hard to persuade me into believing you don't have any feelings for me.

It's okay to tell me the truth, you can be honest with me, there's no judgement here".

"I'm not afraid of judgement.

I just don't think it's right for me to feel anything for someone like you.

If I'm to be honest I don't want to feel anything for you.

You're cruel and crush everything that's good and hopeful.

You are literally against everything I believe in.

If I were to love you that would be even worse because I'd be betraying everything I've fought for.

So I can't love you, I can't be fond of you, I can't trust you, I can't adore you, I can't even bare to touch you.

You can touch me all you like and I won't protest, I won't push you away, I won't send you away in a body cast, but I will not return your affections.

I won't respond, I won't display any kind of tenderness towards you.

You're still my enemy, yet since you have shown me kindness, I'll give you whatever you like all except one thing: my heart.

You will never have my heart."

All the while she slid closer and closer to me until she was less than a foot away from me on the bed.

Then I noticed there was something strange seeping through her clothes, it was soaking her cotton night gown in several places particularly around the area of her torso.

When I figured out what it was I nearly gasped but I held it back and saved my breath to inform her of the problem.

"I don't wish to alarm you but Imagi you appear to be bleeding".

She looked at me as if I was hallucinating but when I pointed out where the blood was coming from she realized I was actually being serious.

"Are you in any pain?"

I tried to examine the wounds as carefully as I could.

"No not really but I am feeling a tad dizzy".

"Oh dear that's not a good sign.

I'm going to call for medical attention immediately.

Before I do did you do anything unusual like go any place during the night perhaps?"

"Yes I usually go places where I'm prone to get shot at during the late hours of the night.

No of course not, I never left this room, I never even left this bed and I'm not someone that tends to sleep walk so there was literally no way of me getting this badly injured unless...you did...something".

"Me?! I'm not even supposed to touch you without your permission so what makes you think I'd be sick enough to seriously injure you in the middle of night while you're sleeping?

I promised that I wouldn't harm you, I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you, I vowed to you that I wouldn't lay a hand on you.

I'm may be just another villain to you but I am not a psychopath.

I don't get some twisted enjoyment from seeing people in pain and distress.

I don't even get a buzz from it.

It makes me sick to see people suffer, so believe me I'm not enjoying any of this.

I'm not a blood thirsty monster.

I just want to help you.

So please just work with me here."

"How am I supposed to work with you?"

Her words were labored and nearly breathless.

"First of all I need you stay awake.

I know you're feeling rather sleepy right now but whatever you do, do not close your eyes.

Stay with me...at least as long as you can".

Imagi Nowas now rested upon my knees,I tucked my legs in so she was more comfortably resting upon my lap instead.

"This is just like the dream.

May be dreams can hurt you after all.

May be they are closer to reality than we might think.

If that's possible, maybe there is another reality out there, another world if it were, that we exist together hand in hand, loving and caring for one another.

I'm afraid it's not this world.

This may not be the world that you meant to be a part of.

This world is far too cruel and harsh.

This reality doesn't suit you but if you meet me in the reality that does suit you, be kind to me.

Give me freedom and show me the way to freedom."

"Oh the way you ramble on is almost as if you expect to die yet I promise you will, as soon as I return back to my world I shall set you free."