What Happened... by Soshia (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📕

was him... my love... my keeper...
'His name... what is his name...' the thought haunted me...
I felt the warmth of his embrace slowly consume me. I formed to him, holding him tight as if I would lose him forever if I let go. He pulled my chin up to where I was looking into his dark eyes that had a small sparkle to them... I had dreamt of those eyes... now I knew why... and oh how i have missed it...
I stayed completely still as he leaned down to me. Softly, he brushed his soft, warm lips against mine.
"You're home... my Lizzy... I've missed you... so much..." he whispered ever so quietly. My mind was in a blur... memories of us pouring in... but memories of what I thought was my family and my life were trying... trying so hard... to cling on. "Lizzy... Eliza... my dear girl..." he said slowly as the sun escaped from the clouds, "I love you..."
Without hesitating I began to cry, hard. Not of sadness or anger... but of joy. The sun spread through the fall trees, shining down on us as if it were a spotlight. He tightened his grip on me and held me to his chest, drying my tears and calming me some. As my tears soaked his shirt he felt my quick, pounding heartbeat; I had a mix of emotions, I supose one was fear. I heard his low, friendly chuckle as he stroked my hair and got closer. "Shh... it's ok my love..." he said with a soothing voice. He pushed me softly to where I was a few inches away from his chest, our waists still touching. With his warm hand, he held my hand to his chest; I could feel his heartbeat. In a low, calm whisper he told me, "Do you feel this my love..? It's your's now... I swear... it's forever your's.." Smoothly he took his hand from over mine and put it on my chest. I kept my hand firmly on his chest... this was so perfect...
I could feel my own heart pounding hard... and perhaps if it would go any faster, it would burst. I saw his sweet smile when I looked up, followed by a soft kiss on my forehead. He rubbed my arm ever so softly... calming my heart... then mine and his matched perfectly...
"I... I don't have to leave again... d-do I?" I managed to stutter out. He shook his head.
"Never... unless you want to... I swear on my life..." he said... then sealed it with a long, romantic kiss. Wow... it was... wonderful... just absolutelly lovely...
Suddenly I felt weak on my feet. I allowed myself to fall unto him. His strong arms caught me and held me safe and secure to his warm torso. Then my chest began to hurt...
"My love a-are you alright?" he asked me with a soft frantic whisper. I didn't answer. My tempurature rose and I grew tence... I felt someones eyes on me... I felt very sick. He felt my forhead and gently picked me up. He continued softly speaking to me as he went to a shaded area. He nuzzled my neck, again asking me what was wrong.
"My head h-hurts... and I feel v-very sick..." I managed to mumble out. I opened my eyes partially to see his warm and calming smile.
"Perhaps you spent too much time in the rain... that would be my fault..." he said comfortingly, "don't worry... I promise I'll make everything better..."
Rain clouds covered the sun. As it began to rain, he took me back to the house quickly and gave me a blanket. I refused to let him go. I felt horable for the rest of that day...The pounding headache only got worse and more intence. Even though it hurt for me to speak, I kept talking to him... our conversation was delightful. It kept changing subject untill it finally turned to him being my keeper... a concept that I have yet to get.
"Can y-you please explain that... w-whole... keeper thing to me?" I said slowly, my words running together from the pain. I supose he knew how much I was in, due to how softly he was talking. He also had a very concerned presence to his face.
"Are you sure you would like for me to talk? It has to be hurting you..." he said slowly, stroking my hair, feeling my high fever. I nodded slightly, just enough for him to see, and layed my head onto his chest. "Well," he started in a very low tone, "a keeper... it's hard to explain... the easiest explaination would be... a guardian? We are sworn to give our lives to our 'findings'... but you're much more than that... more than a simple finding... I've fallen deeply in love with you... it's against everything I know... but somehow... it just happened that way... l-love are you alright?"
The pain became too much and I had fallen limp in his arms with my fever shooting sky high. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. I felt someone's eyes on me... driving me mad... He was trying desperately to get me to respond. I turned my head to the side towards him and managed to mumble out, "Someone's... watching..." Then I remember everything going black as I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke I was lying on his chest. He was soundly asleep; I looked around and to the window only to see it was the dark of night. The headache and the erie feeling were gone, although I still felt I had tempurature. Ever so slowly I got up, making sure not to disturb him. I left the house into the cold fall night...
"Why didn't I get a jacket..." I said to myself stupidly, rubbing my arms. My bare feet crunched against the fallen leaves. It was very cold... After I thought I had wandered enough and I had cleared my head, I started back towards the house. "I must've wandered farther than I thought..." I thought to myself, seeing only trees and brush around me. It got darker... I felt the eyes on my again... the pounding in my head came back...
I started running... desperately trying to get away from this feeling. I ran and ran... faster... faster... and I must've passed the house because the trees got thicker and closer together... I was going dangerously deep into the woods...and it got colder... and colder... and colder still...
Everything went to a blur... a constant hum of darkness... the cold was peircing my skin like tiny bullets. Then something caught my foot... no, someONE grabbed my foot! I fell down, scraping my elbows and hitting my head on a tree root, hard. I rolled onto my back just barely holding onto my conciousness, but I also was grabbing for something... anything... to free myself.
"S-someone help..." I attempted to scream out.... it came out as a small, windful whisper. I was trembling from the cold... my hands could find nothing to hold... slowly, whoever was gripping my foot released it. Through the thick darkness I saw a tall silohette of a man coming towards me with something in his hand. When he came nearer I put out my arms trying to keep him away from me. The man slowly bent down to me and brought me into his arms; with me being so weak, I couldn't fight back. The pounding hurt... bad... so very bad...
As he came closer I could make out the frame of his face. He had short light brown hair with dark green eyes... just like mine. He had a small pocket knife in his hand and was mumbling something to himself. I was so scared... I couldn't do anything but stare. When he realized what dress I was wearing he went into a complete outrage. I could only make out a few words... "I can't beleive it", "Why the hell are you with him?", and "This wasn't suposed to happen". After that, all of the noise began to hum together... I wasn't sure if it was from the pain or if he just went to a tone so low that I couldn't hear. I felt something particullarly cold on my neck... the knife... I felt the tip being pressed against the very top of the scar that runs from behind my ear to my shoulder... and I then realized what it was from...
Somehow fury built inside of me on top of fear, and from me came a strong voice that I haven't heard from anyone before. "No! No I don't want to forget! I'm not going to forget him no no never again!! Get away from me!".. I began to struggle against his hold. I was almost out of his grip.. then I felt many people grabbing my arms... then my legs... my hair...
"Get off!" I yelled, my vision going blurred.
"It's for the best and you know it..." I heard my mothers voice say. "He brings nothing but trouble... you know so Elizabeth." I was shocked... her voice was the last thing I expected to hear... I was excited to know she was there...
"C'mon liz... this is best for all of us... just let us do this..." I heard my younger sisters voice...
"Stop struggling..." the man who was holding me said, a stronger voice now... my father... I didn't beleive it... my entire family had come for me... It was amazing.... they really did care for me... I felt the knife peirce my skin... then I remembered... They weren't my real family.
I began to strugle again. I didn't want to forget. No... never. I felt the cold knife sliding against my skin... the warm blood running down my chest... the sharp throbbing pain in my scar... then strong hands bound me to where I couldn't move... and I was slipping from conciousness. It was cold... so very cold... and I was so tired and sick... I saw my father... no, not my father, this man... raise the knife. Then my mother... no! She's not my mother!... she spoke to my fa-... this man... and I didn't beleive what I heard her say...
"Kill her."

This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Someone wanted me killed. No... no... no this isn't real... it's imposible! But... it had to be... The moment I heard these words, I lost all my will to fight back. I allowed the dark to consume me completely. I just didn't care, for if this wasn't real... then neither was he... I felt the knife deep in my neck at the top of my scar... peircing much more than just my flesh... kill me... kill me... if that's what you wanted from me... just do it already... Then sudenly, I was laying on my side... a single pair of hands touching me. When I at length unclosed my eyes, I saw him... his wonderful look... it had to be real... I didn't dare move... much less could I. It was so dark... and so bitterly cold...
"Lizzy... Lizzy please please!" he said frantically, covering the wounds on my neck with his warm hand. I moaned... I couldn't force words from my throat. I heard the low mumbles of my family... no... these posers...
"Just leave her alone!" he said with a growl deep in his chest. I sat up weakly, looking around at the thick, seemingly never ending darkness. I could barely make out his sillohette... my sight was blurred from blood... I could feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body... pounding... thuding painfully against my cold skin... I was so dizzy... so scared...
"We don't have to... you handed her off to us... she belongs to us... and you know it... It's better for everyone if