AN~ Don't own DP!
Sorry that this has not been updated in a while.
Chloe POV
We've been walking for hours now. we were following a little river thing.
"ugh! Can we take a break? my feet are killing me!" i cried. he suddenly stopped making me run in to him, again.
"Will you quit crying we will take a break. they should be here some where." He said. We sat down by the little river. i kept looking over at him but making sure he did not catch me peeking. what was this i was feeling for him? could it be..? NO! never!
"uh, i got a question. What are super naturals?" i asked. he looked a tiny bit confused.
"well, its, uh any one that's not human." he said but it sounded more like a question. "uh, your a necromancer. you can rise the dead and see ghosts."
"I-i-i can't s-s-see ghosts." i stuttered.
"yes you can. now quit acting like you don't." He yelled at me. I could feel the tears that were building up in the corners of my eyes.
"I don't have to take this crap from you!" I yell at him. I turn and run as fast as my legs could take me. The trees started to blur as I past them. I just keep running and running. I can't tell if he was following me or not over my heavy panting. After a few minutes I started to slow down. I tripped over a rock and felt myself fly into the earth's muddy ground. Mud made it's way into my mouth and between my fingers. I knew i had gotten hurt, I could feel It on my leg.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that he did not follow me. It kind of made me feel sad and lonely. I look down at my leg and see that I had scraped my leg on a sharp rock. I had a huge gush in my leg and it was bleeding. "Now I'm hurt and all alone! How can things possibly get any worse." Rain started to fall. "Oh come on!" Cue the thunder and lighting. "Great, just great!" i cry out. I rip my T-shirt sleeve and tied it around the cut. I slowly stand up with the support of a Tree trunk. I start to hobble trying to find a place to be safe from the nature that was out to get me. I found a clump of old trees that were supporting each other.
"would it be a wise choice to use old trees or should I keep going?" I ask myself. It was better to hear myself talk than the silence that was killing me. Weirdly enough I was starting to miss Derek. "Why did he not follow me?" i ask myself quietly. I hobble over to the trees and slide down one. This was not my day.
"Derek." I call his name. "i miss you." i whisper to myself. i could feel my tears starting to run down my cheeks. "I don't want to be alone!" i cry out. "Derek! Derek!" i call out his name. He was not coming after me. I felt completely alone in this world. i lay my head back on the tree. might as well get a bit of sleep.
(morning)
The sun light was shining down on me. It had quit raining sometime around midnight, but the ground was still muddy. My leg was muddy and reddish brownish from the blood, but luckily it quit bleeding. I undid the the sleeve from my leg. It was sore but it was somewhat healed. I slowly raised from the ground. I was just limping now. I walked and found a clearing and there was the little river!
"Oh my god yes!" i squeal in joy. i run slash hop over to the stream. I found a spot where i could sit down and clean up. The water was cold! it made me shiver but at least I was getting clean! i slid into the stream. It was not very deep, it only came up to mid thigh. Once i was all clean i started to get out. Then I saw a figure at the tree line, it started to walk towards me. within minutes my fear became joy. It was him!
"Derek? I'm so happy to see you!" I squeal and climb my way out of the stream and i was standing in front of him with my arms around him. "I've had the worst luck known to man until this morning! I have a huge cut in my leg, I was stuck in the thunder and lighting, I also was so muddy, and i was all alone!" i gush out.
"uh, your okay now?" he asked. i felt kind of hurt and I backed away from him. I don't know what I was expecting him to say. I just turn and walk a little bit away from him. I sat down next to the stream and let my feet dangle in the water. "um, did I say the wrong thing?" He asked like an idiot.
"just leave me alone." I said without looking at him. i could feel the tears lightly run down my cheeks. Why was I crying? I don't even like him. I did not want him to see me cry so I did what every sensible teen girl did, get in the water and splash my face with some water.
"Chloe what's wrong?" He asked. I could hear him getting closer to me.
"nothing." i said hoping my voice did not crack. I hated the fact I was even crying. I don't even know why I was crying.
"Chloe please tell me." he pled. I turn around and look up at him.
"Nothing is wrong! why would there be something wrong?" I yell at him.
"Chloe, I don't know what's wrong. please tell me." He kept pleading.
"I don't know what's wrong! I don't know anything!" The tears just kept flowing. He moved to the edge and sat there. "I truly don't know why I'm crying."
"I'm sorry Chloe." was all he said.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I know you are crying about something I did."
"I-i-i don't know what I was expecting you to do! I just wanted you to tell me everything was going to be okay and that you..." I could not finish it because it scared me, it truly scared me.
"That I what?"
"That y-y-you, never mind!" i gave up and swam to the opposite side that Derek was on.
"That I like you?" he asked.
"I-i-i know it's stupid."
"It is." now that hurt. "you should like Simon not me."
"But I.."
"Chloe, I can hurt you. He can't hurt you." he moved and swam over to sit beside me.
"But is Simon you?"
"Chloe i really want you but I would hurt you."
"I don't care."
"But I do!"
"Why can't you be with me when we both want it?" i ask.
"Because life is cruel." he answered. i move with luck I surprised him. I was straddling his lap. My mouth was on his. He pushed me off his lap and back beside him but for that brief second I felt so happy and knew he wanted it as much as me. "Chloe no. You could get hurt."
how do you like it? idk so far if I'm liking it. if you guys like it then i will keep writing if not then I'm going to give it up.
