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Part One: The Start of the End
She placed the small bluish pill on the tip of her tongue and cleansed her mouth with chilling water that slid past her teeth sending a small minor shiver coursing through her body. With a final gulp, she swallowed the tablet down her throat, making sure to swallow every last drop of water that past her soft gentle lips. She placed the glass down onto the table and held it tightly, as small drops of condensation dripped from the glass and covered her hand. She dabbed at her forehead, brushing away the sweet smelling sweat that began to fall from the peak of her forehead.
“One…”
She held her trembling hands tightly on her pale skin that seemed to grow colder and white as time past. Her silhouette blended in with the gray nature of the room and her ever-growing gray figure. As quickly as she swallowed one pill, she picked another from the bottle and held it tightly in her hand. Her face whipped of all expression as she looked at the small tablet in her hand. She closed her eyes and took a gasp of air.
“Two…”
She moved her hand close to her lips and placed the pill in again. She kept her eyes closed so tightly a tear dripped from her eye and ran down her cheek. She sipped the crystal water again, and held it in her mouth. A few more tears ran down her face as she tried to swallow. But it wouldn’t fall down her throat, as a hand grasped her throat and squeezes tightly. Her eyes opened wide and looked at the man standing before her, eyes shredding her body, sending her soul to the depths ends of hell.
“You can spit up, or die drowning, it’s your choice,” the man said with a husky overhanging voice.
She looked deep into his burning eyes and held on tight, not letting the water, pill or breath pass. She was willing to die right then and there in his hands, and it would be blamed on someone else. Her skin went as white as snow, and shifted colors as the air began to deplete inside her. Her eyes shut and her body started to fall to the grasp of his hands.
“Simply pathetic Alisha, simply pathetic,” he continued to say, gliding his hand down her cheek while keeping a tight grip on her throat.
She finally gave in, spitting up the water which splashed across her face, and the pill fell onto the table. He let go of his grip and walked behind her. She gasped for breath, sucking as much air into her body as possible, as she whipped away the water from her face. The man handed her a towel which she excepted not so gracefully. She looked at him with scorned eyes, as her flesh started to return to color.
“You bastard,” she yelled out, eyes burning with hatred.
“Don’t be kind with me you wench. Why not say what you truly mean,” he replied, turning his back on her.
She sprang from her seat and wrapped the towel around his neck and dropped him quickly to his knees. She pulled the cloth high and held on tightly, sucking the air right out from his lungs. He clawed at the towel to no prevail and slowly his face turned blue and white. She looked down on him, with a sly smile creeping across her face. As he let out is final gasp of air, she released her grip and he fell to the floor.
“Why speak when my actions are much more appropriate,” she said, watching his body recover and hearing his lungs fill back with air.
“I thought you would have killed me,” he asked, still holding his throat and lurking from breath.
“Don’t flatter yourself Lucas. If I was going to kill someone, I’d kill a real man,” she replied with as much sarcastic flavor as she possibly could add, picking up the pill that she spit from her mouth and putting it back in and swallowing straight away,
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so flattered that I saved your life,”replied Lucas, standing back up and running his hands down his clothes to make himself clean.
“I’m soooo delighted,” she replied, rolling her perfect blue eyes as she dropped another pill from her bottle.
Lucas shuffled across the floor and snatched the bottle from her hands. She didn’t try to restrain his moments, but simply aloud him to view the label, and speak his peace. He read the label and gazed back at her, eyes peering from the corner of his eyes. He slammed the bottle back on the table and looked at her. Just looked at her, with no expression.
“Save me the speeches. You were here, in my shoes before. So don’t act like your perfect,” she added, pouring another glass of water.
Her hands were weak, and as she poured, water splashed the wooden table, and ran across, dripping on the floor. Her eyes looked heavy, and her body seemed to drift as she picked the glass up and brought it to her lips. She placed the pill in the side of her mouth, closed her eyes and sipped back. Lucas could see everything go down her throat, and immediately, she dropped to the floor. But he did not move. Her hand reached for the table and she pulled herself back up.
“Going to stop now,” Lucas asked.
She looked into his eyes and raised up from the ground. Her hair was wet with sweat, and her clothes stuck to her body as she moved. She pulled her mid-night hair down over her face and stood upright. Lucas grabbed the pill bottle and pulled out another one, and placed it in front of her.
“I was here before. Drink this now,” he said, giving her the glass and the pill inside the water.
She slowly drank everything back, and watched the water drip down the glass, and fall onto her chest. She arched her back as the pain reached her insides. She staggered around, trying to collect her self as the room spun in circles. Lucas whisked her up in his arms and looked at her face. Gentle tears ran down her cheeks and mixed with the sweat the poured from his face.
“Come Angel, let’s get you the help you need.”
She placed the small bluish pill on the tip of her tongue and cleansed her mouth with chilling water that slid past her teeth sending a small minor shiver coursing through her body. With a final gulp, she swallowed the tablet down her throat, making sure to swallow every last drop of water that past her soft gentle lips. She placed the glass down onto the table and held it tightly, as small drops of condensation dripped from the glass and covered her hand. She dabbed at her forehead, brushing away the sweet smelling sweat that began to fall from the peak of her forehead.
“One…”
She held her trembling hands tightly on her pale skin that seemed to grow colder and white as time past. Her silhouette blended in with the gray nature of the room and her ever-growing gray figure. As quickly as she swallowed one pill, she picked another from the bottle and held it tightly in her hand. Her face whipped of all expression as she looked at the small tablet in her hand. She closed her eyes and took a gasp of air.
“Two…”
She moved her hand close to her lips and placed the pill in again. She kept her eyes closed so tightly a tear dripped from her eye and ran down her cheek. She sipped the crystal water again, and held it in her mouth. A few more tears ran down her face as she tried to swallow. But it wouldn’t fall down her throat, as a hand grasped her throat and squeezes tightly. Her eyes opened wide and looked at the man standing before her, eyes shredding her body, sending her soul to the depths ends of hell.
“You can spit up, or die drowning, it’s your choice,” the man said with a husky overhanging voice.
She looked deep into his burning eyes and held on tight, not letting the water, pill or breath pass. She was willing to die right then and there in his hands, and it would be blamed on someone else. Her skin went as white as snow, and shifted colors as the air began to deplete inside her. Her eyes shut and her body started to fall to the grasp of his hands.
“Simply pathetic Alisha, simply pathetic,” he continued to say, gliding his hand down her cheek while keeping a tight grip on her throat.
She finally gave in, spitting up the water which splashed across her face, and the pill fell onto the table. He let go of his grip and walked behind her. She gasped for breath, sucking as much air into her body as possible, as she whipped away the water from her face. The man handed her a towel which she excepted not so gracefully. She looked at him with scorned eyes, as her flesh started to return to color.
“You bastard,” she yelled out, eyes burning with hatred.
“Don’t be kind with me you wench. Why not say what you truly mean,” he replied, turning his back on her.
She sprang from her seat and wrapped the towel around his neck and dropped him quickly to his knees. She pulled the cloth high and held on tightly, sucking the air right out from his lungs. He clawed at the towel to no prevail and slowly his face turned blue and white. She looked down on him, with a sly smile creeping across her face. As he let out is final gasp of air, she released her grip and he fell to the floor.
“Why speak when my actions are much more appropriate,” she said, watching his body recover and hearing his lungs fill back with air.
“I thought you would have killed me,” he asked, still holding his throat and lurking from breath.
“Don’t flatter yourself Lucas. If I was going to kill someone, I’d kill a real man,” she replied with as much sarcastic flavor as she possibly could add, picking up the pill that she spit from her mouth and putting it back in and swallowing straight away,
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so flattered that I saved your life,”replied Lucas, standing back up and running his hands down his clothes to make himself clean.
“I’m soooo delighted,” she replied, rolling her perfect blue eyes as she dropped another pill from her bottle.
Lucas shuffled across the floor and snatched the bottle from her hands. She didn’t try to restrain his moments, but simply aloud him to view the label, and speak his peace. He read the label and gazed back at her, eyes peering from the corner of his eyes. He slammed the bottle back on the table and looked at her. Just looked at her, with no expression.
“Save me the speeches. You were here, in my shoes before. So don’t act like your perfect,” she added, pouring another glass of water.
Her hands were weak, and as she poured, water splashed the wooden table, and ran across, dripping on the floor. Her eyes looked heavy, and her body seemed to drift as she picked the glass up and brought it to her lips. She placed the pill in the side of her mouth, closed her eyes and sipped back. Lucas could see everything go down her throat, and immediately, she dropped to the floor. But he did not move. Her hand reached for the table and she pulled herself back up.
“Going to stop now,” Lucas asked.
She looked into his eyes and raised up from the ground. Her hair was wet with sweat, and her clothes stuck to her body as she moved. She pulled her mid-night hair down over her face and stood upright. Lucas grabbed the pill bottle and pulled out another one, and placed it in front of her.
“I was here before. Drink this now,” he said, giving her the glass and the pill inside the water.
She slowly drank everything back, and watched the water drip down the glass, and fall onto her chest. She arched her back as the pain reached her insides. She staggered around, trying to collect her self as the room spun in circles. Lucas whisked her up in his arms and looked at her face. Gentle tears ran down her cheeks and mixed with the sweat the poured from his face.
“Come Angel, let’s get you the help you need.”