Seduce Me ~ The Path To Forgiveness

Path Three, Step Four: Just a Feeling

The robed womans hurried footsteps fade down the hall as I stare down at the blade in my palm, its handle cold and heavy in my hand. Though I try to weigh my options I know I don't have much time and I'm only delaying the inevitable; there is only one right choice. I bring the knife to my neck, pressing hard enough to feel its bite against my skin, as I attempt to gather my courage. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain to come, before drawing my arm back and slicing with all the force my shaking arm can muster.

I wake with a jolt, my hand flying up to my neck to thankfully find it unscathed. Doused in a cold sweat I lay here for several minutes, breathing deeply as the nightmare passes, before rising from my bed and entering the bathroom. I turn the faucet on cold, leaning into the sink and splashing my face with the refreshingly chilly water. I reach blindly for the hand towel hanging beside the sink, shutting off the tap and wiping my damp face, but go rigid as I glance up and catch sight of myself in the mirror.

Her presence exudes a beauty and confidence I could only dream of possessing, a hand placed firmly on her cocked hip as she smirks impishly at me. Her appearance almost mirrors my own though her skin is barren of the scars that litter mine, her nails polished and smooth where mine are nervously nibbled down to the flesh; she is me and yet she isn't. Her eyes slide up my body and as they meet mine I see something lingering in them, something feral and dangerous, that sends waves of fear coursing through me. Her motions are fluid, entrancing, as she reaches towards the glass. The tips of her fingers press against the invisible surface as she raises her other hand, beckoning me forward with a twist of her finger. The action is enough to spur my body as I take a step back, then another, until I'm pressed against the wall behind me. Her face twists into a scowl, her gaze hardening, as she beckons once more but I remain frozen. Her mouth opens in a slient scream of outrage as she pulls her hand away before reeling back and slamming her fist against the glass in her rage. Though the mirror holds firm and the bathroom remains silent the room shakes from the impact. I rush to the door, tugging fruitlessly at the knob, as she pounds repeatedly on the glass with a frenzied expression. Huddling in the corner I sink to my knees and hide my face in my hands as tears fall from my eyes, waiting for this nightmare to pass.

The room quakes violently, it's ferocity mounting with every passing second, and I don't dare open my eyes as my fingers dig into my scalp painfully, not even when the bathroom door swings open with a bang. Hands grip mine firmly in an attempt to pull them from my face but I resist, my struggles only mounting as an odd sensation fills me. Where our skin meets pleasurable ripples dance through me, filling my body with a desperate ache that unsettles me. I squeeze my eyes tighter as I thrash wildly but the grip on me is like iron and I cry out in a final act of desperation, no longer able to stand the fire that builds in me.

"Let me go!"

I bolt upright in my bed, throwing the blanket from my trembling body, as my gaze darts frantically around the room. It takes me a moment to notice Damien sprawled on the floor beside my bed looking stunned. I jump to my feet to give him a hand, quickly realizing what's happened, but he's already up and watching me in concern.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his chest heaving lightly.

'Y..yeah, sorry.' I reply as the adrenaline coursing through my body finally begins to fade, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead with the back of my trembling hand.

'You heard that?' I ask, a rhetorical question as I already know the answer, as I glance over to where my door is thrown wide. A moment of silence draws my attention back to him when I realize what has caught his attention as his eyes flit across my bared skin. I resist the urge to cover myself but I can't help take a step back, deliberately twisting my left shoulder to keep it hidden, which seems to snap him back to reality as he quickly meets my eyes.