Again this chapter is R rated, and I hope you will enjoy. Thank you for all teh reviews, they've been mixed but I think this chapter might make it seem a little bit better, don't know how much.
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Again sorry about the length, I know this is short, but enjoy. Again thanks to Annie for the Beta reading, and yeah, enjoy
Kris
Year 3: Chapter 2
A young boy awoke from another bad dream; he was plagued by them. No longer were his dreams full of innocence that only a child bears, they were full of hatred. He looked around his room, he laughed. It was funny how he considered this his room. It wasn't of course... how could it be his room when this wasn't even his house?
He heard a bang down the hall. He thought it weird that someone, anyone, would be up at three in the morning. He knew the time without looking for he always awoke at three lately.
He pulled the quilt from over him and as he felt the cold morning air hit, he thought of curling back up. Then he heard another bang. It wasn't that loud, not loud enough to wake a sleeper.
He crept to the door and pulled it open slipping onto the landing. He didn't know where he was going. Then he thought of her, she would be sleeping, but she would let him into her bed, let him rest beside her, take away his nightmare.
He stopped outside the door and considered knocking, then he thought what the point was, she would be asleep. Carefully he opened the door. The picture that met him was unreal, unexpected.
She was not in bed like he had thought. She was far from in bed, her body hung limp from her banister, her eyes staring at him seeing through him. He felt vomit leave his body as he fell. How could this happen.
He looked up again. She looked so small hanging there, and he couldn't leave her like that. He edged forward and touched her hand. It was still warm. She wasn't dead, not yet.
Quickly he stood lifting her body with him, she was light, she had always been light. He pulled her up and held her high. Quickly he pulled the cloth from around her neck, a huge ugly red mark lay there; he rubbed her neck getting warmth there.
He felt her neck; a pulse beat slowly under skin yet her lips were still blue. He laid her carefully on the floor and parted her soft lips. Not for the first time, his lips met hers, this time giving her life not pleasure.
His breath became hers, time escaped him but finally a noise was heard from her body, a soft gulp that showed she was alive.
The boy sat back and watched her, he thought of how close he had been to losing her, tears fell silently from his eyes as he pulled her to him. No words were spoken on that night, they just held tightly to each other both afraid to let go.