Bound To You

Chapter 10

They say sadness is a part of life. Without it, you can't really live.

But there's a limit to how far sadness gets to you, before you just give up. Give up on everything; your life, your friends, family, work, your passions. Everything.

Don't let sadness overwhelm you, they say. But what they don't understand is we don't have a choice. We can't control our sadness; how it gets to us.

I've tried building a wall around me to stop the sadness, but it blocks off the joy too. It's a win lose situation. You block off the hurt, the anger, the betrayal and the tears, but you also block off the chances of everything getting better. You block off the happiness in your life; the things that make you want to be alive.

The love of your life will build a fortress to protect you from anything that is able to hurt you. Little did they know, that the one who built the fortress; the one who carries the duties; the one who is in control, is capable of hurting you. And you can't do anything about it, but stand back and watch them.

People think that love is give and take. It is, really. You give them your heart, they take it, and crush it into tiny little pieces until you can't even breathe. You feel like suffocating.

That's heartbreak.

"You seem depressed." Saxon commented.

"I am." I muttered, emotionless.

"Is everything ok?" He asked.

"Just...peachy."

"Talk to me." I closed my eyes tightly, preventing the tears to come out.

"Don't." I said, my voice cracking at the end. "You sound just like him." I said softly, opening my eyes slowly.

"Colton?" I shook my head. "Who?"

"Don't worry." I murmured, leaning the back of my head on the concrete wall behind me.

Sensing that I was not in the mood to talk, Saxon left, leaving me crying softly by myself.

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"Hey." Someone said softly, shaking my shoulders. I groaned in pain, fluttering my eyes open. Saxon waved his hand in front of my face, quite annoyingly might I add.

"What do you want?" I asked in annoyance, slapping his hand away.

"You need to eat, you look pale." I shook my head. "Indie, argue with me on anything you want, except your health. I need you alive." I sighed through my nose, nodding reluctantly. I winced as I stood up, grabbing my shoulder gently. "And you're getting that shoulder checked." He demanded, walking in front of me.

"God, you sound exactly like Colton." I muttered, rolling my eyes. I walked weakly behind him, shivering as the cold air hit my bare back and torso. "How long have I been here?" I asked, sniffing.

"Almost two days." He replied.

"Great." I sighed. I walked up the concrete stairs, getting easily tired.

Man, I should have eaten.

"Sit." He ordered. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"You should know, I don't do well with demanding people." I said, grimacing as I sat down.

"Here." He passed me a jacket. Or more specifically, his jacket. I carefully slid off my makeshift sling, and put the jacket on. I zipped it up, and put back the sling.

"Thanks." I said, rolling my neck to the sides. His eyes stayed fixed on my neck, looking like he was tempted to bite it or something. "You look like a cannibal." I said, then grinned. "Oh, wait. You are."