The lines are blurred
between what is real and what isn't, the darkness that was once a place I
feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish
reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed real.
But I was about to be
pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into
the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it's
evil sides, all of it's pain and grief. I could only hope I survive
it.
What happens when the
world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet?
Who will find me? Who will save me from my
demons?
My dark prince or my
white knight...
And will I find myself
in the process.
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"Neva, don't walk
away from me!" Logan spits.
He is angry. What
right did he have to be angry with me? I wasn't the one flirting with another
girl. Why was he even here anyway? "Go away, Logan!" I say, walking
faster.
Suddenly my arms are
latched to my back and I am being spun around. My heartbeat picks up around
twenty notches as I come eye to eye with Logan.
"Why the hell are
you always running from me? I can't take it when you run from
me!"
"I'm not doing this
now. Let me go." I say, trying to get my wrist free from his
grasp.
"No, we are doing
this now. Why the hell did you run?"
"We're all running
from something, Logan." I spit, repeating Dex's
words.
"You still don't
get it do you? How much clearer do I need to be for you to understand that I'm
not going anywhere? I have been in love with you for ten years, Neva! Ten
years. It isn't just going to go away!"
"I never asked you
to love me! Why are you doing this to me?" "Because I hate seeing you
fall and not get back up. I want to be the one to catch you, but you keep
pushing me away!"
"What do you want
from me?" I whisper.
"You. Just you. All
of you. Every broken piece."
I bow my head. He
releases my wrists from behind my back, and they drop to my side. I can't give
him what he wants. I just can't do it. I will break him. Christ, I break myself
on a daily basis.
"I can't give you
that." I say, taking a step back.
"I'm not giving you
up without a fight, Neva. You can't just walk away from
us!"
"I am protecting
you the only way I know how."
"I don't need
protecting. What part of me looks like it needs
protecting?"
"Your heart."
I whisper. I gulp back the tears that were begging to release. I would not cry.
But every time I pushed back that feeling, it hurt just a little bit
more.
"You're breaking it
right now." He whispers, taking a step towards me.
"I will break it over
and over again, Logan. My nightmares will hurt you, my fear of people being
ripped away from me will gut you, and my anxiety will spike
yours."
"I can take pain, Neva.
I had dealt with it for the past three weeks. I would rather have the pain with
you, than without you."
"I … I." The
words are at the tip of my tongue. Waiting to release, but I know if I say
them, everything will change. Nothing will be the same and I will drag him into
the pit of hell where my heart lies and my nightmares are
real.
"I
can't."
S.K. Hartley is a mother,
wife and a writer. Based in the not so sunny North West of England you can
find her either glued to her computer desk, in the public library (Yes, they do
still exist!) or floating around her favourite authors books
signings.
S.K. Hartley has an
unhealthy obsession with coffee, chocolate and retro computer games and a
healthy obsession of stalking indie authors.
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