White Roses

Chapter Twelve: Sweetness

WriterActress: Again, short, but not too bad, considering the fact that I'm in college, not too bad! YEAH! 

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Chapter Twelve:

Sweetness 

A warm blackness....like a velvet blanket....like Drake's arms pulling me toward wherever safety was. Where am I?

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop.  

"How could you still want to belong in this world?" 

What? Who?

"It's disgusting, forever stained in blood. Humans believe that bloodshed and killing can be redeemed as long as there is a Heaven. An afterlife. Do you know what happens to the souls of humans when they die?" 

Who are you and why are you talking like the world is ending?

I opened my eyes when water hit my eye lid as I saw a green leaf, clinging to a dead branch. My eyes followed the dead branch as I sat up slowly and saw a big, ugly, black, and clearly, dead tree that was thicker then any tree in the human world.

"This world is stained, disgusting, so why do you want to stay there? What is your dream?"

"SHUT UP!"

And I was drowning in darkness just as quickly.  

…Sweet…? 

Sweet; something very, very sweet filled my mouth and body with a great warmth. Like a honey bun, cinnamon bun…No! Definitely more like coffee because I felt myself moving slowly. It had a acidic sweetness to it, but I loved it all the same. I tilted my head up so that I could have better access. Pain shot through my body in electric waves. A tired, hungry moan escaped me as I went still. I laid there as the sweet taste filled my body with much needed warmth. The warmth made me feel things again. I laid on something hard and something sat on top of me. 

Wake up. 

God dammit, it was that stupid voice in the back of my head-also known as my ‘conscious’-bothering me about the morality of something or reminding me of something that I didn’t want to remember.  

Something bad happened, remember? Cooper, Drake, and the Huli Jing? REMEMBER? 

Oh shut up, I’m finally getting some real food in me. 

My body ached. My skin stung. 

Remember what she did? She grabbed you-

SHUT UP! I’m exhausted. I want to sleep and dream! Maybe have a nice dream about a cute guy. 

Crap, COOPER! 

Drake! 

I snapped my eyes open. I saw black eye lashes and black skin. Not African American like Eric, but ink black; black as in no stars in the sky, black as in the color of a raven’s feather or black as volcano rocks. Intrigued by the color of the skin, I didn’t realize that something sat on me.

Someone to be exact. 

The voice in the back of my head was now screamed at full volume. My body screamed in pain as I lifted my arms and struggled against the person who was…was…kissing me. I bit down on the tongue until I tasted metallic. The person got off of me as I sat up, my fists ready to break something’s nose.