My favorite chapter of all. I'm excited to see how you'll take it. Enjoy ^.^
"You can't let yourself be with him and it isn't because of the curse anymore," Alek remarks while studying the apple in his hand. The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.
"Shut up, Alek. You don't know what the hell you're talking about," I say sharply, feeling suddenly annoyed. Maybe it's the way he's eyeing that fruit like a trapped mouse. I can't help feeling like there's an analogy going on here.
"Stop fighting me, Kitten. Stop fighting us." and with that he shines the apple on his shirt and takes a snapping bite.
"No need to fight what isn't there," I mutter under my breathe. "And quit being so freaking cliché, will you?" I slam my locker shut, and angrily walk to my next class, steam practically blowing out of my ears like some kind of comic book.
He easily keeps up with me. It's only because he has longer legs, I tell myself comfortingly.
One moment I'm reaching for my classroom door, the next I'm up against a locker. Alek casually leans his arm on the door behind me, absentmindedly spinning the lock.
"Let's see..." he breathes into my ear. "Seven for the lives you have left, two for the hearts you've broken and finally four. For the letters in my name. And don't even start counting, Brian has five," he smirks. "and so does idiot." when the dial reaches the number four, the locker clicks open.
I tilt my head to get a better view of what's inside. There's a picture of Alek on the right wall and one of Brian on the left. Stuck to the door of the locker is a mirror that outlines my face. With a shove, Alek pushes me inside. I scream, expecting to hit the back wall but...I don't? Somehow I begin to fall into spaceless darkness instead. I reach out around me, but there's nothing on either side. I look to where there's the faintest trace of light and see Alek's taunting face smirking at me from the hallway.
"Where am I, Alek?" I hear myself demand in a high pitched panicky voice.
"Your own heart. Let me know when you figure the way out."
He slams the locker door shut and I wake up, gasping for air. I curl in my knees and cry, terrified of the nightmare. It was so real. So...real.
"Chloe?" the voice is unmistakeably his. "Chloe, what's wrong? Did...did you have a nightmare?" His voice is full of concern and it's the first time I've heard him stumble over his words.
Like you don't know! I feel like screaming. Like you weren't the one trapping me!
He reaches out to touch me and I flinch.
Too. Real.
Review! Also a huge shoutout to InferiMaster, who is not only an adorable person, but an incredible writer. I think I improved my writing a drop just by reading her story :)
p.s. DON'T READ HER STORY UNLESS YOU HAVE TIME. You will be hooked and then you'll fail your psychology test xD