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chillley_0212 ([info]chillley_0212) wrote,
@ 2010-06-05 01:32:00

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He kisses me again, and this time I feel itHis...
He kisses me again,
and this time I feel itHis lips are softer than his hands, and hot, even in the warm desert night
A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breathMy hands reach for him
instinctivelyI touch the warm skin of his cheek, the rough hair on his neckMy fingers skim
over a line of puckered skin, a raised ridge right beneath the hairline
I woke up covered in sweatEven before I was all the way awake, my fingers were on the back
of my neck, tracing the short line left from the insertionI could barely detect the faint pink
blemish with my fingertipsThe medicines the Healer had used had done their job
Jared's poorly healed scar had never been much of a disguise
I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my chanel white j12 watch breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline
from the realistic dream
A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the
past months
I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mineMy hands reached out without my permission,
searching across the rumpled sheet, looking for something they did not findMy heart ached
when they gave up, falling to the bed limp and empty
I blinked away the unwelcome moisture in my eyesI didn't know how much more of this I
could standHow did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't
stay in the past where they should? With these emotions that were so strong I couldn't tell whatI
felt anymore?
I was going to be exhausted tomorrow, but I felt so far from chanel classic handbag sleep that I knew it would be
hours before I could relaxI might as well do my duty and get it over withMaybe it would help
me take my mind off things I'd rather not think about
I rolled off the bed and stumbled to the computer on the otherwise empty deskIt took a few
seconds for the screen to glow to life, and another few seconds to open my mail programIt
wasn't hard to find the Seeker's address; I only had four contacts: the Seeker, the Healer, my
new employer, and his wife, my Comforter
There was another human with my host, Melanie Stryder
I typed, not bothering with a greeting
His name is Jamie Stryder; he is her brother
For a panicked moment, I wondered at her controlAll this time, and I'd never even guessed at
the boy's existence–not black fendi spy bag because he didn't matter to her, but because she protected him more
fiercely than other secrets I'd unraveledDid she have more secrets this big, this important? So
sacred that she kept them even from my dreams? Was she that strong? My fingers trembled as I
keyed the rest of the information
I think he's a young adolescent nowThey were living in a temporary camp,
and I believe it was north of the town of Cave Creek, in ArizonaThat was several years ago,
thoughStill, you could compare a map to the lines I remembered beforeAs always, I'll tell you
if I get anything moreAs soon as it was gone, terror washed through me
Not Jamie!
Her voice in my head was as clear as my own spoken aloudI shuddered in horror
Even as I struggled with the fear of what chanel wallet was happening, I was gripped with the insane desire
to e-mail the Seeker again and apologize for sending her my crazy dreamsTo tell her I was half
asleep and to pay no attention to the silly message I'd sent
The desire was not my own
I shut off the computer
I hate you,the voice snarled in my head
“Then maybe you should leave,” I snappedThe sound of my voice, answering her aloud, made
me shudder again
She hadn't spoken to me since the first moments I'd been hereThere was no doubt that she
was getting stronger
And there was no question about it; I was going to have to visit my Comforter tomorrowTears
of disappointment and humiliation welled in my eyes at the thought
I went back to bed, put a pillow over my face, and tried to think of nothing at new cartier watches al


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