"I thought you weren't gonna wake up." Eric said. I scrubbed my eyes with my hands, then everything came to me like a bomb. Someone's looking for me. And that someone isn't from around here.
"Why do I always find myself here." I mumbled, trying to take in my surroundings. "You passed out." I looked at him. He was sitting in a chair beside this bed as he reads a book entitled Armored Mystery (AN: There's no book like that, I just made it up.) "Again." I added as I tried to sit up straight.
"What time is it?" I asked him, my eyes searching for my things.
"10:48" he said, just looking at me. "You were out for 3 hours." he added.
"Well, that's better than 3 days right?" I said, trying to enlighten the atmosphere.
"Grace, you have to decide." he said, his eyes cold and his lips formed into a straight line, which is very unusual since he always wear his signature smirk. I froze to my spot as I contemplate whether to argue with him or just give up.
"It's your fate." he said making me close my eyes in irritation.
"Why does fate have to choose me?" I said in a whisper, my temper wanting to break free.
"Because you're capable of it." he simply said before I felt leave the room. Why does everyone keep on pushing me to something I don't want. They think I'm strong!? Then they're looking with their eyes closed!
I'm was strong. I had everything. I think Fate hates me so much that it decided to leave me with nothing. Right on time when everything was already going smoothly. So I wasted 6 years for nothing? I tried to achieve something on my own and I've tried 6 years just to accomplish it and now they're taking it all away?
I was broken. And now they're still not contented with the damage? Do they want me to die? Then why didn't they told me earlier! So I could have just died rather than him!
Everything I locked up inside of me suddenly went out. In no time I found myself trying to cry quietly so no one will hear. Gone the strong and mighty Grace, welcome back the broken Nathalie.
"What are you doing!?" the door closed with so much force it made me cringe. I suddenly felt Eric's presence as I sob uncontrollably.
I hate you, You brought me back. Back to the old me. I said to him in my mind. The pain was unbearable all I can do was cry.
It seemed that from the past 6 years, all the tears that I didn't allow to be free were locked up inside of me, because I couldn't stop letting them flow.
"You're not strong. You're a wimp." he scoffed, making me glare at him through my teary eyes.
"Okay, if you're not, tell me when was the last time you cried?" he said, returning the glare.
When was it? The night that I ran away? Yeah. That's it. It was 6 and a half years ago.
Flashback
"Nathalie! Nathalie!!" I jolted up from my bed as the knock on the door increased. My heart's beating 5 times faster, hoping that the door will hold on.
I was lucky, They threw me into an old room, not realizing that the door was unbreakable. So I had locked it from the inside, and there's no key outside.
"WILL YOU OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!?" Nathan's voice boomed outside. I even heard it from my window.
My bony knees were turning into jelly. My teeth were starting to chatter.
I was scared.
That's why I locked myself in for a year. I didn't bother to go out. Nathan wasn't like this, he was nice on day 1. He kept on coming, declaring his love for me. That I should have opened the door.
But when I almost gave in, and start again, that's when he started shouting at me, throwing curses and accusing words. Such a short period of time he changed. And he got worse day after day, just like me.
Sometimes I just pass out, and I always wake up to hear anyone from the pack talk about me. They said that I'm crazy.
Who wouldn't be when they step into my shoes?
"WHAT THE **** DO YOU DO INSIDE!? YOU WANNA DIE HUH!? THEN GO OUT AND I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF."
That's when I became terrified. I crawled my way to the far corner of the room, the opposite of the door, or anywhere I think I'm safe, under the bed, the sink, inside the wardrobe, anywhere hidden.
My teeth chattered like there's no tomorrow. My whole body shaking uncontrollably. Like I was in the middle of a snowstorm, glued.
The noise subsided as my chattering and shaking became louder. I started to cry. I wanted to cry out for help, but I know that there won't be any help. That it doesn't exist.
His voice suddenly became soft, terrifying me more. "A-are y-you fi-fi-fine?" he whispered.
My head started to spin, which is normal nowadays, as I tried to get farther away from here, my feet trying to crawl away but the wall is preventing me to go.
He growled which made me whimper. "FINE YOU FREAK!!" I heard him say before he finally left.
I need to get out I thought. I looked for a bag inside the filthy closet and at the same time taking all the clothes with me.
When I was done packing I looked down at the window. 6 feet above. There's not much cloth for me to go down there so I just have to jump.
It's alright. If I make it then I'd run, if I don't, that's also fine.
So I closed my eyes and jumped.
When I finally regained consciousness I tried to get up, but my knees were broken. Very broken. So I crawled my way to the forest, though my arms are also suffering from broken bones.
Imagine a skeleton crawling it's way to the forest. That's me.
A guy about my age let out a gasped when he saw me. I thought it was the end, but he just stared at me, then the surroundings then back at me. It was midnight, how could anyone even be up, but that's not the matter I should leave.
Then another voice boomed "Richard!" then I looked at the boy with pleading eyes, let me go, I said inside my head.
The guy closed his eyes and nodded before placing an arm to the guy who called him. "Where are we going?" the guy asked Richard. "I have to pee!" the guy exclaimed but 'Richard' told him it's not safe to pee in the forest.
So I tried my best to crawl faster, ignoring the pleas of my broken body.
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AN:
2 uploads in one day! :O
That's to make it up to you (readers). Since I haven't been able to upload like what? months now.. so.
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