The only difference now was that I could feel emotion.
Although I may not have been surrounded by darkness back then, I was as lonely as I was now. If I’d always be trapped in the dark, alone, just like when I couldn’t feel. I sighed as I sank down on the ground, wondering if this was how it was always going to be. Then right after the kiss, he’d betrayed me. I let out a whimper as my fingers brushed the back of my neck, reminding me of when my Foreseer mark had appeared, and how Alex had kissed me. So as carefully as I could, I lowered myself toward the ground, but a sharp pain fired up in my neck, and I froze. The pain in my leg shot up a notch, taking a toll on my ability to stand. All I had to pass the time was the blackness that suffocated me. It didn’t matter how many questions I asked myself, because no answers ever came to me. I knew all too well how much the feeling hurt. And yet, despite all of the previously mentioned facts, Alex still let Stephan attempt to wipe my memory away. A portal that, if opened, would release hundreds and hundreds of Death Walkers, causing the world to end in a sheet of ice. But this wasn’t just about the energy it was also about Stephan, the leader of the Keepers, collaborating with the Death Walkers and quite possibly with Demetrius, a man who wants to let a portal open on December 21, 2012. How could Alex do this to me? Yes, I knew what the circumstances were, and I knew what I was-a girl who had gotten stuck harboring a world-saving star’s energy inside her. The ache hurt so bad that I thought my heart was going to actually stop beating. The only problem with my “I was dead theory” was that if I was dead, then why could I feel pain blazing in my leg-the exact leg Stephan had stabbed me in? Was feeling pain possible after you died? But if I wasn’t dead, and instead my memory had been erased, along with my emotions, then why did my heart ache from Alex’s betrayal? But how could I tell for sure if I’d died, or if I was still thriving? I mean was there really a difference between death and losing every ounce of who you are? That the memoria extracto-or whatever the heck that memory removing rock Stephan had used on me was called-had taken my life, instead of wiping away my mind. Time felt nonexistent.Īfter awhile, I started to convince myself that I must be dead. I might have been here for years, month, days, or even just a few seconds. Where this dark place was, or how long I’d been here, I didn’t know. No, this darkness was heavy and thick, and it wove into my body making my skin damp, and my limbs heavy. I wasn’t sure of anything.īlackness swallowed me whole, and not the kind of blackness that comes from being in a dark room.
Perhaps alive in the sense that I was still breathing, but was I even breathing? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure whether I was dead or alive.
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