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•Chapter 12 - Do you understand me... yet?•

Please keep in mind the characters don't understand or know they are in a fanfiction or believe in paranormal.

Silence.

Before I could remember anything - or even do anything.... I tugged at my right arm...

My right arm was stuck.... I felt the slight hairs on my wrists peal... I opened my eyes at the slight pain...

There I was. In my own bed... while my right and left wrists were pinned above my head with nothing but decayed, black and oily celetape that was attached to the bed rest...

I shuddered and tried to get my arms free....

To no avail....

I looked around the room....

Everything was illuminated by the morning sun....

The room was filled with tick tocks of the clock...

And the smell was a unfamiliar smell of cherries and strawberries.... maybe I'm wrong... it was too sweet...

I turned to my left where my bedside table was resting but I jumped when I saw a pair of black eyes stare at me with interest....

My breathing fastened as I realised of Dark's presence....

This made him smirk....

He then looked down at his hands.... and my eyes followed his...

There were black roses in his arms....

I gulped as he slightly shook them...

I looked back up at him.... and so did he... with the same smirk...

His eyes were fully black and it made me feel as if he was angry...

But he smirked in a non-harmful matter....

I couldn't understand him... and that scared me even more....

"Did you know that there is no such thing as black roses?" His voice broke the unsettling silence....
But honestly.... I was interested in what he had to say...

I looked at the black roses, and then back at his .... soft... eyes...

I shook my head...

He just smirked more....

He took out one of the roses of the pile and examined it....

"Well... there aren't... they're only in a very.... very dark shade of red...." he said softly.

.... I looked at the rose as he twisted it slightly....

When I looked back at Dark, he was already looking at me... with a soft smile....

"Well... even if they are dark.... red roses still symbolise love and romance..." he whispered.

I was frozen.... what to say? What to do?

Suddenly he placed his hand on my cheek... I jumped and looked at his hand.... with.... panic?

I looked up at him... there he was.... closer than before....

There he was looking at me in a different way....

There was I.... trembling and confused...

His face was slowly inching closer....

No.

His eyes flashing at my lips.

No...