I know i haven't updated in like, forever, but i am now, cuz i'm bored. So Merry Christmas, enjoy it.

When I woke, my head hurt like hell. I let a small moan escape my lips. I tried to sit up, but fell back down when a sharp pain shot through my body.

"Here, drink this," a warm voice said. I turned my gaze towards the voice but all I saw was darkness. Then I felt a soft pressure against my lips and warm liquid flowed over my tongue, quenching my thirst.

Blood.

Slowly my muscles started to relax and the pain drifted away, but I still couldn't see.

Am I blind? I started to panic.

Don't worry, everything will be alright, said a male voice in my head.

Who are you? I thought, knowing he would hear you.

"Look for your self, you're sight is coming back," answered the voice aloud. And it was true: the darkness was fading away. I blinked several times and a picture started to appear. Black walls…. Black carpet…. Black curtains…. The cream colored desk stood out blindingly and the moon cast soft light across the bed.

I looked up at the voice.

"TYLER?" I gawked at him.

Tyler smiled softly and swept a lock of hair out of my face. "Yes, it's me," he said calmly.

For the longest time I just stared dumbly. I tried to talk but it came out as a blurred mass of sound. Tyler was stroking my hair. I squirmed to get away and tumbled out of the bed.

There was a loud thud as I hit the floor. Tyler's worried voice floated to my ears. "Are you okay?"

Suddenly my tongue unstuck. I pushed myself up and snapped, "Why would you care! You son of a bitch, you made my life hell the day you left! Do you know who long I've been wishing I was dead? NO, I AM NOT OKAY!"

I pounded my fist into the floor, trying to feel pain. The real, physical pain. I felt nothing. If my pain is only mental, why does is hurt so much? I wanted to scream. Why can't I just die?

"Nesika, stop, please…" Tyler touched my arm. "I'm sorry. I can explain." Then, softer, he added, "Ness, I love you."

I looked up into his eyes. A sudden sharp shock ran through my body, unlike anything I had ever felt before. Almost unbidden, I punched Tyler hard in the face. I heard the crack of his nose breaking before I stomped angrily out of the room.

I ran through a maze of halls, up and down stairs. All I could think about was getting out. Getting away from this place. Getting away from Tyler. Getting away from everything I had ever felt. It was impossible; all exits were blocked.

Finally in tumbled down the last staircase and laid on the floor. I'd never be able to get out of that place. It's was hopeless. I wished to God I would suddenly obtain the same teleportation powers Tyler had. It would make life so much easier.

That's when I looked up and saw the front door. Thank you, lord, I thought. I scrambled out the door and into….

Jager's arms? Huh?

I stared up into his eyes for a second before I came to my senses and jumped away.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked.

"Where's Tyler?" Jager growled. "I'm going to beat him to a bloody pulp." He glanced down at me. "You alright?" he asked, his tone soft as silk.

"I'm-I'm fine….I think," I said shakily.

"Here." Jager picked me up bride style. "Wrap your arms around my neck," he told me.

I did. "Where are we going?" I asked as he started to move.

"To my place," he answered. "It's not far from here."

"Okay."

I rested my head on shoulder. There was no pulse, but it didn't bothered me like it would've a few years ago. Weird how things change like that.

Weird huh? I have like only four other sentances besides what I've put on here so far, so I don't know when I'll update again.