"I was a queen,
and you took away my crown;
a wife, and you killed my husband;
a mother, and you deprived me of my children.
My blood alone remains:
take it, but do not make me suffer long."
~Marie Antionette~

Heartbeats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed that I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you
for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

~Christina Perri~
A Thousand Years

"I don' want 'oo go 'oo the 'ospital,"

I felt my erratic heart pummel against the constraints of my aching chest as I ran a hand through my knotted hair as I lead the limping man onto the creaky, hotel bed - it's screeching alerting me as I gently dropped him onto the sheets and the bundles of pillows that always seemed to accompany that of a hotel.

And they always seemed to be the same fabric as the chairs.

I looked down at his bruised and swollen form, my teeth biting into my bottom lip as I pressed my hand onto his burning chest - my eyebrows furrowing. Before, I was sure he had broken bones.

Now, he could walk.

Well, limp.

I needed to bring him to the hospital - he was burning up. Yet he seemed to be ... Healing. His wound had disappeared completely, only a faint pink line replacing it while bruises seemed to form around it.

What was wrong with this nudist?

I had never seen someone healing so fast, nor had I ever seen someone whom had just had a head on collision with a car come out with not wanting to go to the hospital. I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know anyone whom had hit someone with their car - none of my friends had hit a nudist with their cars.

Okay, lets be honest, I have no friends.

But if I did, I doubt they would have ever experienced the same situation I am.

It would be really weird if they had, though.

Okay, Anna, get it together - focus on the naked man lying on your hotel bed.

I am trying to focus, conscience, would you just shut the fuck up!? Maybe I should get him some clothes? Surely Forks, the place in which I had briefly visited when I was younger, had a clothes store.

They weren't that deprived.

Should I leave him, though? Should I leave the nudist I had hit with my car in my hotel room, alone?

I never thought I would ever utter that sentence.

Ever.

I stepped forward, placing my hand on his naked chest as I tried to avert my eyes from his huge package - and I really do mean HUGE package - and I put my lips to his ears, looking at his swollen eyes. "I have to go get you pants. I'm really, really sorry."

I left him on my bed, unconscious, and I grabbed my keys and my purse - heading down the stairs and past the cleaner I had passed on my way up and he looked at me, bewildered as he grabbed me by the arm.

He was an old man, his white hair blindingly vibrant beneath the light of the sun while a moustache rested just above his upper lips - spotted with the dark hairs that had yet to age. Wrinkles surrounded his eyes while he wore a grim, and almost frightening expression - his eyes narrowing as I looked over his blue overalls. "If you have kidnapped that man, the police will be knowing."

Me?

Kidnap a nudist?

Well, it's better than the truth.

I shrugged. "That man is my, uhm, nudist ... brother."

His grey eyebrows furrowed, eyebrows so thick that it could be mistaken for caterpillars. "Brother?"

I nodded, biting my lip as I ran a hand through my hair. "He's a bit strange,"

The cleaner scoffed. "Obviously,"

I pursed my lips as I got down to the lobby - a girl whom was popping gum sat on the counter, tapping her converse on the granite counter while playing with her phone.

I shuddered.

Teenagers.

Wait, I am a teenager.

Shut up, Anna, just shut the fuck up and get to Wal-Mart.

I walked through the aisles, my eyes wide as I looked at the whole aisle dedicated to the pants of men and I opened my mouth to ask a shop assistant something before they came speeding past - muttering something about a kid who took a bite of a soap and just vomited all over the beauty section.

What size was he?

Large.

Of course, Large, I wasn't stupid.

He was massive.

Huge.

Maybe extra Large would be more appropriate.

I went to the checkout, my eyes downcast as the girl scanned the pants and the tampons (I can't ignore my needs) and she smiled brightly. Her label said Jessica but really, I couldn't imagine someone like her being named Jessica.

"Are these for your boyfriend?" She asked, smiling.

I shook my head, pressing the cash into her hands. "My nudist brother."

I didn't wait to see her reaction.

I unlocked my door, seeing the copper skin of the nudist god that was entangled in my sheets - my eyes furrowing as I went over to him, looking at his blemish less face and bruise less body.

This guy is fucking weird.

Okay, he's healed.

But that doesn't mean he isn't suffering from internal bleeding or brain damage.

I needed to get him t the hospital.

But he didn't want to go to the hospital - I couldn't take him to something he doesn't want to go to.

"You're a strange one, Nudist." I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair and I looked at my bathroom, longing to scrub his blood, dirt and surely my vomit off of my skin. "You won't go into shock and have a seizure, right nudist?"

God, I am a horrible person.

Why hadn't I taken nudist to the hospital yet? Wouldn't that be the safest place for any sane person to take the nudist they just hit with their car. But, oh, that's right - no sane person runs over a nudist with their car.

Maybe I was just making it up.

Maybe this was a figment of my imagination.

Maybe I was dreaming.

This is a really, really fucked up dream.

I'm talking really, really fucked up.

Am I dead?

No, Anna, of course you're not fucking dead!

I really do need to shower.

I needed to wash my insanity off of me.

Sighing underneath the warmth, I felt the heat consume me - distracting me from my racing and certainly wild thoughts that I barely had control of. I looked at my feet, a small silver band wrapped around my middle toe and I sighed, cocking my head to the side as I washed the conditioner out of my knotted and tangled hair.

I stepped out of the heat-encompassing shower, looking at the fogged mirror and I wiped it away - revealing my blemish less face. Auburn hair surrounded my heart shaped face, large doe-like eyes framed by thick lashes and high cheekbones looked at me while my plump lips were being constantly chewed at - a nervous habit I had picked up when I stayed with my Grandmother.

I had inherited the brown, doe like eyes from my grandmother - a key trait that was displayed through our family.

I dropped the itchy towel - examining my newly slender body.

Up until last year, I was not slim.

Anyone could make that observation.

I wouldn't call myself - Oh, god, who am I kidding? I was fat.

The stretch marks were evidence.

I flushed at the faded lines of my stretch marks, the things I used to try and cover with makeup - the things that used to limit me to a large black T-shirt when I was at the beach, not allowing myself to feel the sun on my skin for nearly ten years.

My stretch marks were forever embedded in my skin They were scars. They were ugly.

A reminder of your need to cut back on the cakes.

The door opened suddenly, the nudist standing there in all his glory with wide and bewildered eyes - his chiselled chest rippling as he looked over my bare body. I yelped, slipping on the wet floor as I became entangled in my towel and he met my eyes.

Oh, my god.

The eyes I had only ever dreamed about staring into the eyes of the unknown - the eyes that swirled with unforgiving secrets of the past I knew nothing of had me entrance, had me consumed by their feeling of pleasant serendipity. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and just for a moment, I was lost in them. Lost in the dark orbs, I bit my lip - my heart, that was pummelling against my chest calmed, as if it didn't matter that we were both stark naked and we knew nothing about each other.

Or that he could be a nudist serial Killer that was wielding a knife and would kill me against the cheap bathroom tiles of a forks motel room.

You know, I always thought I was going to die this way.

In a motel bathroom; naked.

I don't even know how I know that.

It's kind of scary.

What kind of child was I?

What was I doing? Staring into the eyes of a stranger I had hit with my car not even ten hours ago, and being in the same position I had found him.

Naked.

Maybe it would make him more comfortable to be in his natural environment.

God, woman, cover your tits up!

Yet I couldn't move.

My breathing slowed, as if I was watching TV on the couch in Pyjama's, and it was as if I was meant to be like this.

Not naked in a motel room - I wasn't a fucking hooker.

Stop cursing, Anna, it's not lady like.

And neither is staring at a nudist with your legs open, but apparently I'm using that as my greeting card.

Okay, he is staring at you like you're a fucking Messiah - you need to say something.

You know, break the tension.

Because the tension between a nudist and the naked girl who ran over him is really high.

Say something.

Now?

Anything.

Open your mouth - just slightly.

Please.

Oh, my God - this is just painful.

Say anything!

"I DON'T WANT TO JOIN YOUR NUDIST CULT!"

Anything but that.

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Edited 8/10/13