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