My heart was pounding inside my chest. My breath was caught in my lungs. I couldn't believe she was there; she couldn't be there; it had to be my imagination. I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. Tears quickly blurred my vision, making her familiar face blurry in my eyes. "Anaís," she pronounced my name perfectly. Her voice was like a shot straight to the pain in my chest, opening it, unleashing it. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. When I breathed again, it was just a gasping inhalation of air. My best friend was in front of me, the person I loved most after my family, the one who had always been there, the one I hadn’t seen in months. "Anaís, Ja—" I held up my hand as a signal for her not to speak. Words weren't necessary. Her eyes were also filled with tears, her hands shaking at her sides, which meant that she knew. She knew what had happened. I held my chest tightly and exhaled a little air. I couldn't breathe properly; there was a lump in my throat
"Well, I got tired of trying to contact you for the past few weeks. I knew something was wrong; I could feel it, so I came here. I talked to your grandparents, and they told me what happened. I'm so sorry, Anaís.""But you're missing days of school.""School can wait; my best friend can't." She gave me a warm smile. I took her hand and squeezed it."Thanks; I actually feel better after crying so much.""You don't have to thank me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Are you okay? And I want an honest answer.""I don't know.""Do you remember what happened that night?" I shook my head. "Not even a little?""I... I don't want to remember. Every time I think about that night, all I can see is blood." Jasmine gave me a sad look."I know. I can't imagine what you've been through, and I'm sorry I wasn't here before.""No," I interrupted her. "I chose not to tell you. It's not your fault.""Why did you not tell me?""I don't know how to explain it; it was like if you knew, everything would be real.
Logan! Put me down! - I ordered. He was no longer carrying me in his arms; he had thrown me over his shoulder like a sack. - Logan! "Stop whining," the amusement in his voice was obvious. I looked at the back of his feet as he calmly carried me. Where was he taking me? I tried hard to lift my head and look at my surroundings, but my neck started to hurt. My head began to feel heavy due to the fact that all my blood was rushing to it. Logan, my head hurts. - He stopped and gently put me on the ground to support my face. Are you OK? Really? - I asked him sarcastically, looking straight into his gray eyes. He simply smirked at me, making my gaze fall to his mouth. I stared at his shamelessly full lips. His smile grew bigger, and he leaned towards me. Are you done admiring me? I wasn't doing any such thing. Someday, you'll admit it. I didn't know why I got so nervous around him. His presence made my heart beat faster and my stomach feel strange. There's nothing to admit. - I cro
The words didn't seem to come out of me. The soft scent of Logan's cologne invaded my nose, making me more aware of his closeness. His cheek brushed against mine as he moved down to give me a short kiss on the neck. Logan... - Logan pulled back, breaking all contact between us. My body protested; I wanted him close to me. His gray eyes met mine, and I felt the blood fill my cheeks. Logan smirked, showing his straight white teeth. God, he has a perfect smile. You're blushing. No. He didn't know why I denied the obvious. It was too embarrassing. So? “I’m not going to kiss you,” I said, looking away, his eyes too intense to hold for long. His hand grasped my chin, making me face him again. Why not? I remembered his words clearly: I want you to be absolutely sure that this is what you want because once you let me taste your lips, I won't rest until I claim every part of you. Because... I felt like his eyes could see right through me. - I... - Logan raised an eyebrow, waiting fo
NEXT DAY……. Are you sure about this? The concern in Dr. Altman's voice was evident. Yes. I didn't hesitate when answering; I knew that if the doctor noticed the slightest doubt in me, he would cancel the whole thing. We were standing in front of the metal gate that separated us from Mason. Two security guards stood next to us. Dr. Altman went over all the safety procedures with me once again. Don't get close... Don't fall for his games... With each review and the increasing intensity in his tone of voice, I felt nervous and insecure. Is everything clear? I just nodded. Are you sure? Yes, sure. I lied. Dr. Altman gave the signal to the guard, who proceeded to take out the key and insert it into the lock. The creaking of metal echoed throughout the hallway as the guards cautiously opened the door. One of them stepped in, blocking the view into the room. I tried to look over his shoulder, but he was too tall. After what I assumed was a check, the tall guard turned t
His short answer left me breathless. "What do you know?" "Why would I tell you?" "Please." I didn't feel ashamed to beg; if he knew something, I would plead for him to tell me. Mason tilted his head again. “Take the blindfold off my eyes, and I’ll answer one of your questions.” "I don't think that's a good idea." "So, I have no motivation to answer you," he said casually. "You see, Anaís, I get bored easily; I need motivation to do the simplest thing." "I'm not stupid; you're dangerous. They have you this way for a reason." "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already," he replied, sounding confident. "It's not me you have to be careful of." "So, whose?" He didn't respond. I knew he was waiting for me to take off the bandage. I considered my options; I would have to get too close to be able to take it off. Dr. Altman had made me promise to keep a certain distance from him. "You're wasting valuable time considering it; just do it," his voice remained calm and cold.
There is something relaxing about watching the rain fall.Watching each drop hit the glass of my window and slowly slide over it, joining with other drops and creating transparent shapes.I woke up to the sound of loud thunder; I wasn't surprised by the rain; it was spring after all. I didn't know how much time had passed since I sat by the window. I didn't feel like leaving my room, so I just stayed with a blanket around me, sitting there, admiring the view of the heavy rain.I wished I could open the window and stick my hand out to feel the drops fall on my fingers, but they were sealed and had a gate outside; nobody wanted the unstable escaping from this place.I wondered what time Jasmine would be back. She was sleeping in a family room or something because apparently, she couldn't stay with me all the time. They had made an exception for the first few nights to make me feel better.I licked my bottom lip, which burned on contact.Mason...A pair of eyes of different colors came t
"I can't breathe!" I screamed, taking deep breaths of air in desperation because they were stuck in my throat and wouldn't reach my lungs. "Anaís, look at me." Logan's voice sounded more demanding this time. I obeyed him, meeting those grey eyes. "You're okay; you're having a panic attack. You're going to be okay." "I'm going to die," I murmured, terrified. "You're not going to die; try to control your breathing." "I can't breathe." I grabbed my chest tightly. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I can't feel my limbs. I can't breathe. Soon my heart will stop; I'll have respiratory arrest. These thoughts kept running through my mind, terrifying me. "You're hyperventilating; you're not going to die," Logan assured me, holding my face carefully. "This is going to pass; you're going to be okay." Lie. Lie. He lies. You're going to die. The security in his beautiful eyes calmed me a little, but it wasn't enough to stop the repetitive thoughts that had me shaking with fear. I'm get