Dragging out the Pain

Brett pulled roughly out of Alexandria's embrace. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying: "She's gone. I saw it."

Nathan on the other hand, stayed in the warm, safe embrace of his mother. Brett wished he was far, far away, in a place were he could forget what he'd seen.

"Are you alright?" Damien was beside him, eyes full of worry.

"No. Gods, it was awful." Brett began to shiver.

"Come over here, we can talk." Damien and Brett sat down on the ground, beside a suit of armour.

"Was it bad?" Brett nodded.

"She was all bruised and broken. One of my best friends. How could I let that happen?" Brett put his head in his hands.

"There wasn't much you could do."

"If I'd gotten there earlier. Or if I had the gift. She didn't deserve to die like that." Bitterness in his voice. Blood on his hands.

Hold my hand.

Protect me from the glare.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel again. Damien was saying something. Brett didn't hear.

Kiss my cheek

Treat me like a kid.

"Brett. Brett!" Damien sounded worried. Brett had slumped down and wasn't responding

Tell me a fable

Spoon-feed me lies.

Shane rushed to his brother's side. Shook him. Alexandria pushed smelling salts under his nose. Didn't work. Nathan spoke to him. No answer.

Don't wanna grow up Wanna stay here Eliza was there; stroking his face, telling him would be alright. Her ruby red lips connected with his chapped lips. Her hair was soft and silky, soothing his face.

Wanna disappear

Nobody needs me anyway.

He tried to speak, but she put a finger to his lips. She reached down. Pulled the dagger from her belt. The bloodstained dagger. Nicola's blood.

Pack my bags

Put on my coat

She stabbed him. He looked at her. Confusion all over his face.

And she turned. And kissed Andrew. They melted away. Leaving Brett behind.

Years later

I came back

Brett stayed. The wound drizzled blood.

Shane was worried. His younger brother wouldn't wake up. He looked at Damien, who nodded back.

But I couldn't stay

A sharp bolt passed through Brett. He moved.

No I couldn't say.

He woke up. Looked around at the worried faces.

I couldn't say sorry

"I'm fine. Leave me alone." He rushed off. Wanted to get the blood of his hands.

"What's he in such a state for? What's the blood on his hands?" Alexandria's voice was wary.

"My Lady, Nicola was found. Dead." Shane tried to be gentle. Alexandria slapped him.

"How dare you!" Shane saw that there was no way to get her to believe him. Unless…

Adam came in. His face was pale. Shane looked at him.
"Would my lady come to the Black God's temple? The King will see you there" Alexandria nodded. Nathan and the rest followed.

"Brett!" He turned around. The blood wouldn't come off. She stood in front of him. He remembered his manners and bowed.

"My Lady Eliza."

"I heard what happened. Are you all right?" She came up to him and placed a hand on his cheek.

"How do you know my name? And how did you find out?" She stroked his cheek; her finger's surprisingly soft.

"I asked one of the servants. As for the other question, I was in the Temple of the Black God, when they bought Nicola in." Her beautiful emerald eye's clouded.

"Did they say when the funeral was?" Gods, her touch was driving him wild.

"Tomorrow. Oh, Brett I'm so sorry. I know she was a friend." Her chestnut hair fell in front of her face, and he pushed it back behind her ear. He looked into her face, and saw no evil in it.
"Kiss me." She whispered it so lightly.

He pushed his lips to hers, very lightly, not hard, like he longed to do.

They broke apart.

"Damn you! I push all the other boys away, so you could be my first kiss and that's the best you can do?" Eliza's cheek's flushed with anger. Brett bent his head again and let go. He let the guilt out and let the passion in. She responded eagerly. (A/N I'm gonna be sick) They broke apart.

"I should go, you know to the temple." She nodded.

He watched her go. And turned around, headed for the Temple.

Brett didn't know whether to cry, for Nicola or jump for joy, that Eliza had chosen him over the other boys.

So he didn't do anything but walk to the temple.

A/N I wrote the poem/song. I am very disgusted with the way reviews are going. I need more I tell you, more!!!!