I couldn't breathe. The world was spinning. Everyone was screaming. Inside was too loud. I was nauseous. A strangled sound came from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth as I felt the vomit rise in my throat. I had to get out. I had to get away. I stepped back gripping my stomach as I rushed to find an open door. I didn't stop moving–pushing against all the petrified bodies of fellow teenagers as they pushed towards the front door–until fresh air hit my face. I fell onto my hands and knees, unable to hold back the acidic burn that scarred my throat. A blue liquid formed a puddle underneath me. My body trembled as I stared at it. I felt weak, so weak that my body fell limp next to the puddle on the ground. My breathing quickened and my body felt paralyzed. A hot searing pain travelled up my skin and seemed to seep into my bones. Soon it felt as if my bones were being crushed…one by one. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry but words or even just a sound refused to leave my lips. My
My grandma died when I was 11 years old. My mom cried a lot, when she heard and a lot more at the funeral. I never shed a tear when I heard, or at the funeral. Don’t get me wrong I was sad but I just never cried. The Monday after the funeral, I went to school and around lunch I told my teacher and that’s when the waterworks began. Maybe the song Attention by Charlie Puth was meant for me or I was just a really weird kid. But then again, I had never met my grandma so it might have been that.The difference between now and then was that I had met him and he was a guy that was still discovering himself. The similarity, I hadn’t cried once. In fact I was so calm, I was currently straightening my hair something I only did on special occasions. What was wrong with me? Ask me again in a few days when I’m around people who don’t know me.I paused and stared at my reflection. There was something different about me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The girl in the mirror was me but not
What's the best sleep that you have ever gotten? Well, mine was in the bed of a very hot guy. A guy with golden skin, tattoos crawling over every inch of his body. A muscular back with a sexy torso, an impressively sculpted 6 pack abs and a drool worthy V line. Oh, yeah, yah girl was drooling…on his pillow. I am not the type of girl, who wakes up in a guys bed, seeing that I had my first kiss a couple days ago, so imagine my shock when I woke up beside Adonis, whose back was turned to me and I felt a little relief since I was thinking to slowly slide out of this bed but then he casually rolled unto his back, placing his hand under his messy hair causing his muscles to flex like in every girls wet dream. Haha, but I was freaking out. Christopher Vicisski was a sight that I will never forget. Soft pink lips, so kissable and perfect. His chiselled jaw and high cheekbones, his straight perfect nose, his perfect eyebrows, his sexy hooded green eyes that appeared darker than they were when
There was someone following me. I didn't know who and I didn't know why but I could feel them. Their heavy breathing blowing down my neck and their subtle footsteps, moving whenever I walked. When I glanced back to see who it was, there was no one there but I knew that someone was following me. I could feel it in my bones. I walked up the driveway swiftly but paused in front of the door. I couldn't shake the feeling and it was bothering me. I felt like if I went inside it would follow me in. Breathe, Bella, breathe. I thought to myself, with my hand pressed against my chest and my eyes closed. There was something strange happening to me and although freaking out would help me validate my feelings, it would not fix this. I exhaled sharply, shaking my shoulders. It was a method that Jax had taught me to loosen up when I was going to do a photoshoot. It was a silly thing to do but it always cheered me up and took my mind off my anxiety. Sigh, I wish he was here. He was the closest t
"Kelly opened the door," Kat ordered as if she was my big sister. In some ways she was except for the grande fact that I was 9 months older. "No, I don't want to hurt anyone," I replied, stubbornly. "Look we need to talk face to face about this. It is a big deal," she spoke her last sentence slowly and clearly. It was a big deal and I desperately needed to get it off my chest and my shoulders. I sighed and reluctantly stood to my feet. Okay, Bella just stay calm. Breathe in through your mouth and exhaled through your nose…wait what!? What the heck, am I saying? Obviously, it in through your nose and out through your mouth. Dios, have mercy. I exhaled sharply and shook my shoulders. "Okay, I'm coming out. Walk 10 steps away from the door," I told her. I waited until I heard her soft footsteps move away. I gripped the door handle and took a deep breath. I pulled the door open before I could change my mind. Kat had changed her shirt, only… "Is that my shirt," I asked in a l
"So…my 16 year old cousin has a boyfriend," I repeated for the seventh time as I glanced out the window at the blurry trees. Kat groaned and sat back in her seat, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. "And he's not human," I added, the most mind blowing part. Excuse me, if I was having a hard time processing anything that was happening around me. Five seconds after I had my first kiss the guy dies, tragically, brutally, gruesomely and heart wrenchingly. I wake up in a stranger's bed with no memory of how I got there. I practically caved in a guys chest and can't stop growling when I'm pissed off and on top of that…my best friend, my sister and cousin failed to disclose the fact that she has a boyfriend that is not human. "I mean, I tell you everything," I said in disbelief. "It wasn't my secret to tell," she said defensively. "Oh, okay. I see that this is the kind of relationship we have worked so hard to build. I guess it wasn't your secret to tell when you spilled the
"It was my dad, he is the liar," I said, slamming my text book on the table, earning shush from the librarian. Frost hummed. "My mom told me that he disappeared for a week every full moon. And he also has a brother," I ranted. "Yep, an uncle that I didn't know existed," I continued leaning back in my chair. "Frost are you listening to me," I said realizing that her attention was on the group a few tables away from us and not on me or her book. "Frost," I said loudly earning another shush from the librarian. "What," she answered turning to me, finally. "I'm trying to talk to you but you obviously don't want to talk to me." Frost sighed and rolled her eyes. "OK, what do you want to talk to me about," she said carelessly. I bit lip and inhaled deeply.
"It was her, she did it.""She killed my boyfriend."Those words evaded my hearing as I stared petrified at the twirling chair before me.'Another bites the dust.'Those were the words sent to my phone, 5 minutes after it happened. He was ***** me and it was working. This was the second time and I didn't feel like having a third.Why was this person targeting me? I am a nobody, a shadow in the corner of the room. A pawn on the chest board.And then again I wasn't, I had stepped out of my corner and became a knight, maybe I should go back to my corner. Maybe I should go back to being a minor piece on the board."Irrelevant," I whispered softly, suddenly the door opened and a figure walked in."Kelly Isabella McHale, is it," the person asked."I'm the sketch artist, who is supposed to
My heavy breathing echoed through my ears. Black spots fitted my eyes, I squeezed them shut and shook my head frantically in an attempt to clear my vision but it didn't help. A slow ache pierced my skull. I glanced at the curious faces around me. The dark spores that were left if the drakon clung to me like a magnet. I began to feel heavier and heavier. My hands tighten around the blade and I tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I glanced up again. Why weren't they helping me. I know it wasn't everyday, a person kills a drakon but it was a part of my job description. "A thank you, would at least suffice," I said loud enough for the shocked hellhounds to hear. Suddenly the school door opened and a few students started rushing outside. "No, get back! Get back into the school," Frost's ex yelled. The students backed away slowly, watching with curious eyes. "Isn't it dead," Frost suddenly appeared with Henry close behind her. "Kelly," she called, taking a few steps towards me.
I gaped at the sight of an 8 feet tall creature standing a few feet away from the car. It had dark scales resembling that of a fish. The scales would rise and fall showing red skin underneath from time to time. It looked as if it was breathing but it already had two nostrils with spiky whiskers on the side of its face. “Is that a dragon,” I asked scared. “Drakon,” Henry said breathlessly. “Why did you say it like that,” I hurriedly asked nothing just tone. “Drakons, are bloodthirsty. They kill and kill until there is no one left,” he said with difficulty, his breath struggling to come outright. Another scream turned o
I sat up sensing the change in the atmosphere and I got to my feet with the intention of showing them to the door but before I could speak. The door burst open and an unfamiliar scent made its way to us. “Dad, is everything OK. I heard yelling,” a guy roughly around my age entered the living room. His words so heavy and strong. I forced a chuckle. “Well ain’t this a lovely family reunion,” I said. I ran up the stairs and went to my room. Locking the door. I stood frozen for a bit and then walked towards the window. The house was completely surrounded. Wolves of all shapes and sizes lingered, waiting for their alpha. I took a deep breath pushing away my tears and staggered back. I bumped into my bed and decided to sit there. My tears fell without my permission. Falling one after the other until I was balling my eyes out. I laid in the center of my bed alone. I sniffed and grabbe
I stared at phone and sped walk down the near empty streets. So demons were running free and we didn’t exactly have a witcher just brewing under the pot. The mayor had been compelled into sending all the humans into lockdown, while all the supernaturals were tasked with damage control. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and tightened my sweater around my waist. I was not comfortable wearing shorts in public, at least not while wearing my own face. The brand of Isabella McHale was roughly based off my confidence in showing off the claw marks on my thighs. They were a question of tattoo or birthmark. At this point in life, I believe that it had a very important storyline behind it. I stepped into the diner and was slapped by its emptiness. I approached Henry and Frost, who were sitting by a table in the corner. “Why does it look this bad,” I asked as I sat beside Henry. “Because the head of Whit
I slipped my phone into my back pocket and I walked back into Draya’s house. It was now empty with only Draya’s wolf walking around the house. “You just missed then,” she said spraying something around the living room. It was scentless bit I think that’s what she was going for. “Nope, I don’t,” I said, sitting on the arm of the couch. I inhaled deeply. “So, what’s the plan,” she asked. “Let the adults handle it,” I replied. “Your not serious are you,” she asked folding her arms sassily. I smiled and shook my head. “It’ll take too long for me to track down and convince the other imperials, even with my alpha powers and their locations and names,” I stated. “Also I’m not a killer and I know that they’ll want to choose the easiest way out.” I continued. Draya nodded. “I’m guessing y
“Shadow wouldn’t let you,” he said. And for the first time, I saw his face. But his words held, a greater weight. Suddenly I became more aware of myself, my environment, the vines wrapped around my limbs and the blood running through my veins. The green eyes of a guy I thought I knew. In realization of giving away his mystery, he did what he did best, what I did best, he ran. I forgot to breathe. I fell towards my knees, hearing nothing but muffles. A hand gripped my jaw and pulled my head back. “I guess the blood of and imperial alpha wolf, is far more powerful,” he whispered into my air. “Please don’t, we can, we can sort everything out. You don’t have to,” I pleaded, I wasn’t sure what he planned to do but I know it was not good. “But I have to,” he said sweetly. “Then you leave me no choice,” I retorted, forcefully hitting him with head. His nose cracked and pulled
“Kelly, slow down,” Frost called after me as I pushed through the students in the busy hall. My mind was set with a sole task and there was no time for deferrals, but we don’t always get what we want. A figure suddenly appeared in front of me blocking my way. “Your going down, mutt,” Angela spat moving by slowly with folded arms, I ignored her and glanced ahead of me. Frost’s ex and a 2 of his friends stood a few feet away. A growl ripped from my chest and a hand grabbed my wrist. “You don’t stand a chance against them, let’s just go the other way,” Frost said as a voice of reason but I had a tough skull, so naturally I ignored her. I huffed and walked slowly forward then stopped. I turned abruptly, they had me surrounded. Mental note: listen to reason! “Kelly Isabella McHale, we would like you to come with us,” Frost’s ex said.
Henry successfully spy proof my house. Now he was taking me to the one place I detest more than Dimples, White Lake High. Apparently now everyone believed that I wasn’t a murderer so yay! I sighed scrolling through my I*******m. There were a lot of bad comments and my team was still struggling with damage control. I couldn’t let this terrorist take away another good thing in my life. “I need a comeback,” I said loudly. But how? “Are you sure that’s what you need,” Henry asked. I glanced at him and our eyes met. “Yeah,” I replied, glancing away from him, unsure. “I need a straight answer, Kelly or this is not going to work. I need to know that you are ready,” he said. I bit my lip and nodded. “Its about time I take the fight to this guy,” I said strongly. “But how? We don’t know his identity or anything about him,” I voiced my doubts.
I’ve had black outs but none like this. None where I am conscious yet still in the dark. I can’t feel my body. I can only feel the pain. I’m left alone with my thoughts with my memories, attacking me every chance they get. I don’t need air, I don’t feel the pain. I just feel pent up emotions from years where I never knew the were being build up. I feel the anger, the hate, guilt, the blame. I feel everything when all I want is nothing. I want nothing. I need nothing. Nothing is better than this. Being no one is better than being someone with no one. No one to love, no one to trust. I lost it all I will lose it all. The hated becoming the hater. This was my curse. I’m the reason for the pain the suffering. Maybe I should be the one dead. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted it to end. I wanted to scream but how do you scream when you don’t have a body. When your locked in the darkness of your own mind. How do y