I'm cut and torn, broken, tattered and hurt. But I don't want medicine. Your sweet words are my injection. Your kiss is the drug and you are my medicine. - unknown
Lyla
So again I awoke in terrible pain. But this time every inch of me throbbed in pain.
I wanted to cry out in agony but my throat was incredibly dry and closed up. I took shaky breaths to try and steady my self but movement made it worst.
I had to try.
I got up painfully and leaned on the bed.
I had to fight back the tears as my whole being screamed in protest.
My foot hurt the most. I looked down slowly, terrified of what I might find.
My foot was completely swollen. The glass shard was removed but now it was just a purple, sweltering wound, throbbed in pain.
I gasped, blood was still coming from it. It hurted like a bitch.
I cried.
I sat down on the bed and cried. I was in so much pain. My foot looked as if it had to be cut off. I need my foot. Both of them.
Why did this happen?
What did I do?
Was this Tyler's revenge for me going out with Wes?
My body shook with each tired sob. I looked weak and awful. I felt weak and awful.
What am I to do now?
I can't even escape now. I can't even move from the bed with this wound. How am I going to escape?
I need to fix my foot. At least clean the cut.
I took some deep breaths and prepared my self the immense pain that would follow my movement.
I had to do this.
I gripped the bed with both hands and slowly pushed my self off.
It felt as if the breath was knock out of me when a wave of pain slapped my whole body.
I swallowed my sobs.
I used the bed as a kind of crutch. I winced as I took tiny steps towards the door.
Soon I reached the end of the bed. I had nothing to hold on it until I reach the door.
I groaned, this would be painful.
I bit my lip and took that step away from the bed.
As soon as my swollen foot touched the ground on its own, my body said no.
The pain I felt almost rendered me unconscious.
A blood curdling scream escaped my dry lips as my body cried out in pain.
I fell to the floor as my body felt limp. I couldn't move.
I stayed in that position and cried so hard my shirt was soaked. Pain struck my body all over and I cried out.
I just wanted it to stop.
My vision was getting spotty and my own thoughts were jumbled. I throbbed in pain from head to toe.
What was this?
All of a sudden, the door of the room bursted open and he was standing there.
I looked to him, begging him to help me with my eyes. I couldn't utter a word.
His eyes darted over to me and my ankle. Before I could blink he was next to me, holding my foot.
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Love in the Dark
FantasyCan demons love? It isn't a question most people ask because most people don't encounter demons. But for 23 year old Lyla, this question has been burnt into her mind ever since she met centuries old Azrael, in the most unexpected way. A story of dan...