The Last Breath by Lady Myastry (readict books .TXT) 📕

"OHMYGOD!", I finally let loose with a scream. He blinks at me. "Finished?" He has a nice voice. And a nice face too. It seems....familiar. He JUST KILLED TREVOR! With my brain comprehending these fascinating events I saw, I scramble over to the statue of some random guy who did something-or-other for our school that we never learn about in history books. "Please! Don't kill me!", I am pleading and begging. "Pleheheheaaaassseee!", I sob. He does nothing but blink. "You don't want to kill me. You don't! I won't tell anyone. I promise. Cross my heart and hope--" I stop myself. "I don't hope to die!" I finally broke down and just bawled. He looks nervous at first, but then he walks over to me. I start to panic inside, but can't move. He stops behind me. Then he squats down. I don't want to die! I start hyperventilating and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel his hands clamp down on my shoulders. "Calm." One word from him and my nervous system starts to calm. I can feel my heart rate settling. I start to go limp like spagetti. My muscles are relaxing at such an above normal rate and it feels so marvelous, marvelous, marvelous. "Are you calm?", I hear the question, but I am to busy relaxing that I cannot make my mouth form words. "Murpf." He looks down. "I'll take that as a yes." I close my eyes and smile. He then shakes my shoulders. "Kyla! Kyla! Do not close your eyes!" I keep my eyes closed. "Mmmm." I try to slap his hands away. "Shit! Oscar said this would happen. I shouldn't use my abilities outside the circle." He picks me up fairy princess style. I can feel my heart rate going slower still. If it doesn't stop, I could die. I start to panic inside my mind. I try to move, to be active. Try to escape the darkness dragging me down. What's happening??? My heart rate. It's...it's... I hear my brain panic slide away. There's nothing left but sweet, amazing, delicious darkness.

SPLASH! I bolt straight up. And immediately wish I hadn't. "Look! She's awake!" I grab my head and try not to faint. "Owwie." I gently settle back on whatever I was using as a pillow. I roll my head around. It was a pillow. When did I get a-- My thoughts are interrupted by another splash of freezing water. I shriek loud enough to break glass. "Kyla. Stop." His hands are on my shoulders again. My feelings aren't my own. Again. I see--.What's his name again? Don, Dan? I know it starts with a D. Let's go with Dominick. The guy at the bottom of my bed smiles. He sets the bucket that he used to soak me with water with down and says, "His name is D--" "David!" I look at David, confused. His name isn’t David.....is it? He looks so familiar. He can’t be named David. I see a glance pass between the two of them. "Well, Kyla." He claps his hands as if to get things settled. "My name is Phillipe. I will be by your bedside quite often. I am going to leave you here in David’s care, but I will be back. We’ll be spending a lot of down time together.” He does an over-exaggerated bow that makes me giggle. “Bye, Phillipe.” “Goodbye m’ lady.” He grabs the door and sashays out the room. I feel a hand placed on my shoulder and remember that there was actually someone else in the room. “Are you OK?” I twist around to face him. “I will be once you tell me what happened in front of the school.” He shifts, as if he’s uncomfortable. I stare him down. When he looks up at me I meet his eyes. He sighs and looks out the window. I shift my weight to my other hip so I can see his silhoutette against the window. "Please?", I try not to sound like I'm begging, more like I'm impatient. He exhales and turns around. He walks over to the hideous orange chair by my bed.

He falls into the chair with a loud whomp. I look at him, expectantly. He starts with, "This is really hard for me." That was not the sentence I was expecting. "What's really hard for you?" He grabs his head, then covers his mouth. Why is he acting all cuckoo? He continues to do all these cute little quirks. Did I just call him cute? Oh my god, Kyla! Trevor was just killed! Pull yourself together. Deciding to let my inner monologue fade away I repeat, "What's hard for you?" He closes his eyes and exhales forcefully. He runs a hand over his chiseled jaw. "Trying not to kiss you." I put my hand to my mouth and try not to yell. “W-Why would you want to k-kiss me?” He laughs, but there’s no joy in it. He pushes up from the chair and paces the room. He looks over at me with eyes soaked with sadness. He smiles, but again there’s not a shred of happiness. He exhales and says, “You...ugh!” He kicks over my bedside table. I slowly move to the other side of the bed. He's getting violent. He sees me move and sprints to my bed. "God. What you do to me Kyla. You're......like a drug." I'm a statue. I'm a statue. I'm a statue. He moves in closer. "You're my kryptonite.", he says, lips barely brushing mine. I try not to hyperventilate. He touches my cheek and electricity shoots through me. He moves a half-inch closer. "I could eat you up." My heart's pounding a mile a minute. "Why don't you then?" I feel him chuckle more than hear it. He pulls me in closer. My heart does a marathon in 2.2 seconds. BAM! The door flings open and I jump to to high heaven. Phillipe stands there grinning at David. "Am I interrupting something?" David shuffles to the door and mumbles something like, "Not anymore."

A little while later after Phillipe has given me a "check-up" and I've slept off the buzz David installed in me, I find myself wandering around wherever this is. I know for a fact that my eyes have not left the "WHOA" position since I left my room. I take in everything around me and it fills me with a sense of awe and amazement. This place is magnificent. I start to run around so I can see everything in time. I run around a corner and slam straight into David. I fall backward like a piece of timber that just been cut down. David laughs at me rubbing my elbow. "It's not funny! It really hurts." He offers me his hand. "Sorry.", he says, pulling me up. The lights flash down the hallways. "What's happening?" David looks at me and says, "It's curfew." "But it's like 9:00 in the morning." He chuckles and tells me that I've been asleep for 13 hours. "Come on." And I'm being dragged through the halls like a ragdoll. We turn left, then right, then left again 2 more times. Soon we're at a place where there are ridges along the halls. Once we reach the end of the hall he practically shoves me in an alcove. What's he doing? He closes the distance between us with one stride. I back myself up against the wall. He says very softly, "I couldn't stand in that hallway with you and not be seen." My heart flip-flops in terror. He's going to kill me! 

With one quick move he leans down and seals his lips on mine. And all my troubles melt away. He pulls me even closer than physically possible. I wrap my arms around his neck while simultaneously hooking my leg around his waist.  He grabs my leg and hooks the other one around his waist so I’m stand-straddling him. He kisses my neck and sends electricity through me. Heat flushes through my body and settles in the pit below my stomach. “I love you Demi.” And just like that our connection is broken. "Demi?" I shove him off me and try not to feel disappointed that we stopped so quickly. "Who the fuck is Demi?" I demand. He stares at me, then shakes his head. "You're Demi." I stare at him in disbelief. "My name's Kyla." He blows out his cheeks. "Okay. You obviously don't remember. Come with me." He grabs my hand and I wrench it from his grasp. "I'm not going anywhere with you." My voice sounds quiet, but not calm. He reaches for my hand again. "I'm going to lose it. Stop." I tilt my head up to look in his eyes. I'm surprised at what I see in them. Unmasked rage. “Demi. Come. With. Me.” I stare at him defiantly. “No.” He lunges at me with blind fury. I hold up my arms in order to protect myself from him. His hands pull my arms out of the way like they’re twigs. He pulls me up by my arms and I try to get free. “Let go!” He pulls me in closer by my arms. “Stop!” He pulls me even closer with roughness. And then seals his lips with mine. Even though I don’t want to, I kiss him back. It’s my body’s natural reaction with him. He picks me up like I’m weightless, all the while never breaking lip contact with me. He kisses new, and different, with an urgency he didn’t possess before. “Come with me.”, he whispers, soft and gently, unlike before. ”I will. But only because you asked so nicely.”