Chapter 2:

Attack

My eyes quivered as I tried to open them, but my eyelids lay so heavy upon them. The darkness was becoming a norm to me; I spent most of my days crying in my room thinking about Charlie and Renee until I got tired of it and thought of the idea of ending it all. Had I succeed? Was I dead or sleeping? Why did my body feel so numb?

I began to panic, is this how it feels like to be dead? Where are Charlie and Renee?

My arms felt heavy and so did my legs, everything was dead quiet around me nothing to be heard. Where was I?

I tried once again to open my eyes and this time I saw a dim light. My senses were coming back to me, I was on silk covers soft to the touch of my fingertips. My eyes spread wider and I was able to see the ivory ceiling above me, the velvet curtain that covered the large windows. I gradually rose up to a sitting position, white silk covered my legs and to my surprise I was wearing a red silk robe, which I was sure I wasn't wearing before, my dark hair down from the messy bun it was up before. As I looked further to the right of the room, I stared in shock. There was a man in the room with me, he seemed like the guy who had caught me from falling but my memory was very dim. How had he gotten to the bottom of the cliff in time to catch me?

"Don't be scared," he said before I could get a word out. I almost didn't notice him speak, I was too focused on his beautiful lips. The curve of his shy smile, his strong chin that moved with every word he spoke.

I snapped out of my daze and stood from the bed, "get away from me." I said, who was this guy? Did he bring me here?

I clutched my robe shut as he walked towards me. The muscle in his arms flexing with every step he took towards me. "I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke with a very appealing tone. I walked backwards his tall figure getting closer to me with every step. "Stop," I yelled. I was terrified.

Taking a risk, I ran to a door by me and shut it close before he was able to reach me. I shut the door realizing that I was in the dark, I quickly began to feel for a light switch along the walls praying that I didn't just step right into a slaughterhouse.

Snap.

I had switched the light on to reveal a beautiful white bathroom, everything sparkled, so clean and untouched everything seemed. I walked up to the huge mirror in front of the two clear sinks. My hair had been washed and brushed and my clothes had been changed, I untied the robe to reveal a white t-shirt and long cozy sleeping pants, the smell on them was wonderful almost intoxicating.

I began to feel soar around my waist and pulled up my t-shirt out curiosity, only to reveal a purple bruise along my waist. "Must have been when I fell," I spoke to myself very quietly. I looked away from my bruise when I heard a knock on the door. My heart rose with anticipation.

"I know you're scared but I won't hurt you." There was something about his voice that made me believe in him.

"You promise," I answered. Part of me wondered if letting my guard down was a good thing. I looked around for something sharp in the bathroom, i quickly found a razor. This was sure to protect me.

"I promise," he assured me with a firm voice and with that I slowly opened the door to see him standing right before me. I gripped the razor behind me, ready to move in and attack in case he tried to hurt me.

"Who are you?" I spoke slowly. I looked to my left to see my clothes neatly folded in the side of the bed. Fury raised through me at the thought of him touching me.

"Did you undress me?" I asked in disbelieve, this time pulling the razor out in front of me.

"Wow. Calm down, I didn't lay a finger on you. My sister, Alice, changed your clothes."

What? There were more then just him? This was sure to fuel my fury.

"I don't want anyone to touch me. Got it?" I tried moving my hands fast across him with the razor took keep him away from me but he just got nearer

"I'm warning you. I. Will. Cut. You" But nothing I told him seemed to matter to him. Before I knew it his strong arms were around me, he was trying to take the razor away from me. I quickly pulled away, stabbing him in the process but he didn't flinch. I had just slashed his arm and he didn't move, frozen like a stone he stood close to me. I began to become concerned but that was when I noticed that the razor was the only thing damaged. His arm didn't bleed there wasn't a scratch on it. My breathing began to get heavier, what was this guy?

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