Joseph and Adam are whispering their plans. My heart is racing as I hear the footsteps coming closer. I can hear them breaking down the other doors throughout the castle. Joseph startles me when he appears in front of me.
"Cover your ears." When I don't, he grabs my hands and places them over my ears. "This is no time to be stubborn."
When he leaves, I tuck my knees to my chest and rest my forehead on them. I hear a loud kick at the door and someone curses. I tighten up my hands on my ears as tears start rolling in thicker waves. My current self does not want to watch what is about to happen. I have a very foreboding feelin
The next thing I see, I’m in a dark room with no windows. I’m shaking and one of my dresses are cut up and made into a sheet. I hear movement over to my left and automatically move. "No, it's okay. It's just me. Adam.” He attempts to reassure me. “We're locked in the dungeon. Well, it's not really a dungeon since this isn't a real castle. This part was made for sickness." I don't really care about the explanation of the dungeon. I want out and I want Joseph. Why did it have to be him that died? I know it’s selfish but I would rather it be him sitting beside me than Adam. I can
I wake up and nearly fall off the bed that I’m laying on. I need something to catch what is coming up my throat. I’m completely disoriented and confused as to where I am. My stomach keeps heaving but nothing seems to come out. Someone rushes to my side but I push them off. I roll off the bed and crawl to the toilet just in time. The images of Adam and Joseph are still fresh in my head. Once my stomach is settled, I lean against the wall and cry. I don’t really care where I am and I'm not really sure if I am truly awake. I’m not sure how long I’ve sat against the wall crying before I feel someone come and sit beside me quietly. I ignore them as I try to control the images of Joseph and Adam's deaths. I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I shrug it off as I press myself farther against the wall. I hear a mumbled apology and a sigh before I feel them leav
I hear the intake of Derek's breath but I choose to ignore it, for now. "Can I please sign the certificates now, Doctor?" "Sure, no problem. Do you want to contact the Father?" He asks. I freeze for a second. Who does he think the father is? "No, no need. He's dead." I say, barely able to control the tears. "Are you sure? He may be old but I'm sure that he'd want to know." Bernie asks. "Yes, I'm sure. I watched him die, okay? I watched someone kill him and, again, I did nothing about it. Except this time, there was no one holding me back. Then, I go and get myself captured
I hear someone walk into the room and I open my eyes. Somehow I had rolled over and was lying with my head against Derek's chest. His chin is lying on the top of my head so I can’t see who entered. "Well, what have we here?" Bernie asks teasingly. Derek obviously didn’t hear him enter the room because he jumps and falls out of the bed. I can’t help but to laugh. He reminds me of a kid that just got caught kissing his girlfriend, by her parents. Bernie was laughing, too. "Not funny, Bernie." Derek says, with a sheepish smile. "Actually, it was very funny." Bernie teases. "You would have thought that I had just caught you doing something illega
I’m still crying when Derek shows up. When he notices me, he puts the food down and nearly runs to me."What did you say to her, Bernie?""I told her some necessary things. If she wants to tell you, she can. It is not my place. Before I go, I need to let you know that you will need to stay here for a couple of days. After that, I have arranged a meeting for you with Meril, but Derek will have to go with you."I don&rsquo
After I finish this story, I will be working on another one that I started in 2012. Due to some unforseen things, I never got to finish that story. It is about a war between vampires and aliens, leaving the humans to decide which side to choose. Let me know what you think. Would you be interested in reading something like that? There are going to be a lot of elements in it that I don't really want to get into too much detail about. I will be also completely rewritting the whole of what I have already written in regards to that story. It's about 30 or 40 chapters that I am going to be rewritting. I still have not figured out if I am going to do it in a series form or just one large book. What do you think? Do you prefer a series or one novel. If it is a series, it will probably be broken into four or five books.
I wake, curled up, alone in the bed. It feels really cold but I can’t find the blanket. Derek is sleeping on a cot in the corner. I need to use the restroom so I quietly slipped out of bed. Hesitating for a few moments, to make sure my feet are securely planted, I let go of the bed. I feel a little wobbly but it feels like I have enough strength to make it.I just keep telling myself that it’s like riding a bike.I put one foot down, steady myself, and then switch feet. I don’t make it very far though. Only halfway there my legs finally c
I’m completely bored and almost asleep when Bernie finally comes in. "Where's Derek? He said that he was going to be here." "He must have forgotten that he had some errands to run." "Well, we are ready to work on your rehabilitation. Derek was going to be your support. If he doesn't make it back in time, I can always have one of the nurses help you." "When am I going?" "In about thirty minutes. Do you think that he