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
Too much… What Logan was making me feel was too much; that electrifying feeling that ran through my body was so unfamiliar. It had been so long since I had felt something like that—something so good, so positive. My senses were overwhelmed; his lips moved firmly over mine, claiming and giving at the same time. His kiss was not only possessive; it was filled with so many emotions. Had he felt all this for me all this time? The desperation in his kiss weakened my legs, making them weak and trembling. Wet lips, quickened breathing, hands on my face—caressing, holding, as if he knew how emotionally fragile I was. Someone loves me; someone is attracted to me. Those thoughts brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know why, but it meant so much to me that someone cared. I wrapped my hands around Logan's neck, pulling him closer to me. We weren't close enough; maybe we would never be, but I would try. His thumbs caressed my wet cheeks, and he gave me one last short kiss before he pul
Entering the café, I began to find a table while Lyra and Yang-zi went to get the hot chocolate. I sat down, resting my chin on the palms of my hands. My eyes wandered over to the food section, and I was surprised to see a very familiar face there. His green eyes met mine, and I realized how much I missed him. Xander said something to the person next to him and walked over to me. He was wearing his cafeteria uniform and a chef-like hat. "Hey, weirdo," he said to me when he got to the table. He looked very nice in that outfit. "Hi, what a nice surprise." "Yes, I have a new job to entertain myself. My psychologist calls it shock therapy—exposing me to my fears." He paused for a moment. "You know, there are a lot of germs and contact in the kitchen." "Oh, I didn't know there was such therapy." Xander shrugged. "Me neither. Let's hope it works out." His eyes fell on the bracelet around my wrist. "I see you liked my gift." I ran my fingers over the bracelet, remembering how I
Where are you? - Dr. Newman's soft voice rang in circles in my mind. The hypnosis session had started some time ago; I couldn't remember how long. After I took a pill, the doctor had done a series of relaxation exercises.I felt confused, as if I were between asleep and awake, but the doctor had explained to me that that was the goal: to put me in a state of relaxation so deep that we could access my subconscious.-You're very relaxed, you're safe. - He enunciated each word slowly, the sound of his voice seeming so far away. -Don't think about anything, just imagine white around you, emptiness.-White... empty... - I murmured.-Now I want you to think about something in a positive way, he began. You are going to remember the beautiful house in the mountains that your father bought. Did you like that house?Yeah.-How was it?Very big, with stairs and wooden floors, - I smiled, - What I liked most were its big windows.You liked it a lot; now I want you to go to that house. I'm here wi
My footsteps echoed down the long hallway on the second floor. I was already feeling comfortable walking through, having come from Dr. Newman's office. This floor looked a lot like the first and definitely not creepy like the third. There were patients walking around freely, but there were also some closed doors like on the third floor. I assumed there were more stable patients than others. After passing by a skinny girl with greasy hair who was whispering to the walls, I looked up and stopped dead. Mason. I stopped breathing as I watched him walk in my direction. No straitjacket, no restraints. I'd never seen him standing, and I was struck by how ridiculously tall he was. He was thin but not skeletal, and his black hair still looked messy, as if he ran his hands through it constantly. The difference in the color of his eyes always surprised me. His face, however, made me frown. He had a large bruise under his left eye, and his lower lip was split. What happened? I remembered
He started walking down the hall. I swear I could imagine the huge smile on his face at that moment. "Let me go!" I screamed, only able to see the ground and the back of his feet. "No." "Logan!" I screamed, frustrated. "Yes?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Let me go! I have something very important to do! Jasmine me—" "Blah," he cut me off. "Blah, blah." "You are so immature." "I know." He wasn't even going to deny it? My God, he was arrogant. "Let me go! I swear if you don't put me down, I'm going to..." I threatened, trying to sound serious. "You're going to what?" he joked, chuckling. "I'm going to do something really bad to..." My voice trailed off as I looked at his very shapely ass. I had never noticed that before. Logan had a really nice ass. Logan continued walking as if nothing was happening. "Did I weigh nothing? He doesn't even look tired." "Logan, if you don't put me down, I'm going to scream so loud your ears will bleed." "Really?" I could hear t