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The pain sears through my system as if it’s lava rushing through my veins. My skin wet, sticky, the warm blood running off my skin. All I see is red.
Lex presses the balled up wad of fabric to my stomach, holding it over the hole that pulses blood but I can’t focus on anything. The edges of my vision pulse with black and white spots, my head feels light, like I’m in the space before you fall asleep, where you’re still conscious but barely.
I feel my body being lowered but that doesn’t make sense, wasn’t I already led down?
The hard floor presses into my back, putting pressure on the wound in my abdomen. The dizziness is chased away at the blinding pain and I’m not able to stop the scream that barrels from my throat.
Is this what death feels like?
Is this it now? I’ll go out in a pool of blood with fire in my veins.
“It’s okay, shh,” Lex pants, “Just, breathe, okay?”
I’ve never seen him like this. This is a man who fears nothing and yet I swear that’s complete terror in his eyes.
I don’t like it. A sense of calm begins to wash through my system as I stare at his face. I suppose seeing his brutal beauty isn’t such a bad way to go. With my fingers, I run my hand down the side of his face, frowning at the red streaks now marring his skin.
“You’re bleeding,” I croak.
He shakes his head and then stands, his feet pounding on the floor. I hear the rattle of the door and then the heavy music sweeps through the room like an angry wind but I don’t mind the music.
I can sleep with noise, that doesn’t bother me and even if it did, I’m so tired right now. So tired.
If I just close my eyes, I can sleep.
So that’s what I do… I sleep.