Sunday, November 26, 2006

   Hiyas!

Took me gosh darn forever to get it all done but here it is! The next part to Fire and Ice!! ^_^ This one is sad and happy rolled into one. And plz. remember. Riven and Talin never had friends so getting close that fast is easy for them. And if you need a recap of what happened before this, go down to the link at the bottom of the page and click archives to see my last posts. you'll eventually get to Fire and Ice part 2. Well here we go! happy reading! Fire and Ice (part 3) I never was able to dream good dreams since he died. It was always nightmares that left me crying. This dream became no different. Though, it scared me more than the others combined. In my dream, Riven was there, but his normal face, filled with happiness, instead mirrored pain. His face showed disgust and horror as he looked at me. All of a sudden, blood began to seep out of his mouth, scars and bruises began to decorate his arms and face, and his clothes became drenched with blood. “Why did you do this to me?” his voice came out scratchy and hoarse. I could feel tears fall from my eyes and I forced my voice around the lump growing in my throat, “I didn’t want this to happen. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” “Sorry doesn’t cut it. You killed me, and now I can no longer feel. I can no longer smile, nor laugh, nor cry, nor love. I am just like him. You killed us both.” I felt the blood in me freeze. I stared at him in shock. I never wanted him to die. I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell on my knees and cried into my palms. My body began to shake. I let my arms drop but wish I hadn’t when I saw him. Riven was in the exact position Vincent was in when he died. I looked into his eyes only to be met by dull, lifeless onyx eyes. I let out a scream in agony. The agony of seeing him there was pure blinding pain. I wanted to end it there. I wanted to kill myself right there on the spot. I looked at Riven once again. I saw his now blue lips move. “Talin,” he said. “Talin.” “No.” “Talin” “No.” “Talin!” “No!” I screamed as my eyes jerked open. I looked up at the face with concern written all over it. Riven’s hands gripped my shoulders tightly as he looked at me. “Are you all right?” he asked. I was speechless to this. I didn’t know what to say. He sensed this and went on. “You were sleeping and I fell asleep, too. I woke up when I felt your hand grip my shirt tightly. I was worried. I was trying to wake you up.” “I-I-I,” I stuttered. I felt my eyes begin to well up with tears. Visions flashed before my eyes of the dream I had just seen. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. Riven held me tight. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You’re crying, and you’re shaking. I just want to make sure you’re all right,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m fine. I really am,” I reassured him. “Then why is my shirt still wet from you crying?” he asked. “It was just a dream.” “Then why are you crying?” “I-I had a nightmare.” “What about?” he loosened his grip so he could look me in the face. “It was about.....” “About?” My voice lowered, almost inaudible, “You.” “What about me?” I could feel more tears fall down my face as I spoke, “You died.” His face paled. His eyes widened. His mouth opened slightly as he spoke, “You cry because of that?” I nodded weakly. He grabbed me again. He tightly hugged me. I rested my head on his chest, my hands on either sides of my head. I could hear his heart beat, and I felt his warmth through his shirt. I was confused on why he was acting this way, but I didn’t care. Of course it felt strange, considering I had never been treated kindly, but I liked the feeling anyway. I felt one arm leave my waist and felt his hand come up under my chin. He tilted my head back so I could look at him. His eyes looked sad as he looked down at me. “I’m sorry. I have to go now,” he said softly. I nodded, still unable to speak. “I’ll come back here again tomorrow if you like,” he gave a small smile. I also felt a smile tug on my lips. “Okay then. See you tomorrow.” He stood up, extending a hand to help me up as well. He turned around and walked away, disappearing behind the trees, but not before he turned back to wave and smile. I did the same back. I waited a few moments before heading home. My house was dark when I opened the front door. It wasn’t unusual to me. My parents rarely came home, and when they did I usually wasn’t there. I walked into the living room, surprised to actually see my parents sitting on the couch. My father heard me come in and stood up. I felt a rush of fear go through my body. His eyes gave off an angry aura that I knew all to well. My mother stood up as well, her eyes giving off the same aura. I could feel their hating eyes stare at me. “You’re late,” my father stated in his gruff tone. “I was with a friend,” I responded, giving myself a point for sounding calm when I felt like I was about to die. They both gave off a laugh. My father spoke again, “What friend? Since when did you have a friend?” My mother walked up to me and raised her hand. She backhanded my face, making a sick sound that echoed throughout the room. I didn’t bother moving my face to look at her again. It would only make her do it again. “Why should anyone even care about you?” she screamed. “You’re a murderer! You killed Vincent and you should suffer! You took my baby away and I’ll never get him back!” This infuriated me. I turned to face her once more. “And what do I look like? Am I not your child as well?” I yelled at her. The next thing I knew, a hard fist slammed into my cheek. I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. “Shut up!” my father yelled. He kicked me in the stomach over and over. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up halfway. I tried to shield my face with my hands, but it was futile. He punched my face, busting a lip and a causing a black eye. Tears began to sting my eyes as he dropped me onto the floor. I heard their footsteps walk away. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I thought I was safe. At least up until I heard a pair of footsteps come back. I tensed up, curling in a ball and covering my head with my hands and arms. Again, it was futile to try to protect myself. I felt cold steel embed itself in my side. I screamed in pain. It was wrenched out as it was dragged across my back, decorating it in cuts and blood. It occasionally left a mark on my arms and legs. Soon enough, it stopped. They left me there. I was too weak to move, so I curled into a ball and laid there. I could feel blood begin to pour out of the cuts I had received. I knew that if I didn’t get up know and bandage these wounds, I would eventually pass out and die from blood loss. I slowly crawled to the stairs and dragged my body up the stairs. I looked back once and saw that I was leaving a trail of blood. I gagged at the site. I opened my bedroom door and dragged my body inside. I closed the door and laid myself on the floor to rest for a while. Regaining some strength, I opened a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. I opened and began bandaging up all the wounds, mainly the stab wound I received in my side. I tried my best with bandaging up my back and made sure to take care of the cuts on my arms and legs. I put a band-aid on the cuts I had on my face and neck, and did my best with the black eye. “Why does this always happen to me?” I asked no one in particular. I still felt weak and in pain, so I slowly pulled myself onto my bed. I laid my head on my pillow, and a few moments later, I fell into a dreamless sleep. ~***~ I normally sleep very well. I never have dreams or nightmares. I awoke to an unusual movement on my chest. I looked down to see what it was. I saw Talin curled up beside me. He hand was clenching part of my shirt in her fist. Her face looked like she was close to crying. I sat up and grabbed her shoulders, gently shaking her. “Talin,” I called. “Talin.” “No,” I heard her mumble. “Talin!” “No!” she screamed as she jerked her eyes open. “Are you all right?” I asked. She was speechless. So I went on, “You were sleeping and I fell asleep, too. I woke up when I felt your hand grip my shirt tightly. I was worried. I was trying to wake you up.” “I-I-I,” she stuttered. I saw tears beginning to form in her eyes I immediately grabbed her into a strong embrace. “What are you doing?” she asked. “You’re crying, and you’re shaking. I just want to make sure you’re all right,” I whispered. “I’m fine. I really am,” she said. “Then why is my shirt still wet from you crying?” “It was just a dream.” “Then why are you crying?” “I-I had a nightmare.” “What about?” I loosened the embrace so I could look at her face. “It was about.....” “About?” Her voice came softly, almost unhearable, “You.” “What about me?” “You died,” she said as more tears spilled onto her face. I felt shocked. No one has ever cried because I died in their dreams. Usually it was the opposite of that. “You cry because of that?” She nodded weakly. I grabbed her again. Hugging her close to me. He head was resting on my chest while her hands were on either side. I rested my own head on hers. My hands were behind her on her back, holding her firmly. I looked up to see the sun begin to set. I knew that I would have to go home. My brother would possibly be home soon, and I didn’t want him to destroy the very few things they still had in the house. As much as it pained me, I spoke, “I’m sorry. I have to go now.” She nodded, still unable to speak. “I’ll come back here again tomorrow if you like,” I smiled at her. I saw her fiery eyes light up as a smile formed on her lips. “Okay then. See you tomorrow.” I stood up and extended a hand to help her up. I turned away and began walking towards the trees we walked past to get here. I turned back briefly to wave and smile back at her and disappeared behind the trees. I quickly walked home. I opened the door to find my brother passed out in the middle of the living room. I quietly checked to see if he was alive. Seeing that he was still alive, I went to my room and went to bed. I wasn’t too sleepy so I ended up staring at the ceiling for a long time. I kept thinking about Talin. “Why would she cry? If I died, no one would care. Why does this girl seem to care?” That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning. Visions of the dream I had last night flashed before my eyes. It was the first dream I had since I was a toddler. I dreamt of Talin. She was scared and was hugging her legs to her chest as she cried. Her hair was in her face, hiding her eyes from view. I walked up to her and brushed the hair from her face. She remained unfazed by my action and continued to cry. I looked into her eyes and saw the fire in her eyes dull. Her eyes then widened as she bit her lip, obviously suppressing a cry of pain. I saw one of her hands move to clench her side. To my horror, I saw blood seep out between her fingers. Various cuts began to appear all over her body. She was moving her head upwards to look at me when my alarm woke me up. I sighed. “At least it was only a dream.” I got up out of bed and put on some jeans and a black t-shirt that had flames decorating the edge of the shirt. I ran my hand through my hair as I made my way to the front door. I usually skipped breakfast so I could get in some extra sleep. A few minutes later I was at school and getting books for my first three classes and quickly stuffing them into my backpack. I had at least ten minutes before I was late, so I decided to wait around for Talin. We did have the same class first period. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Talin walking towards me. She was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt. I couldn’t see if there was a design on the shirt because she wore a halfway zipped up black jacket over it. Her hair was once again obscuring her face, her eyes and most of her face unseeable. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” she replied. Her voice was oddly shaky, as if she had been crying. “Is something wrong?” I asked. She ignored me and walked away. I followed behind her and took a seat next to her when we arrived at class. Just like yesterday, Talin was drawing something, and if it were a normal day, I would be staring out the window daydreaming, but today was different. This morning worried me. I looked at her, examining her face. Her hair still obscured most of her face, but I could still see part of it. Through the strands of hair, I saw something strange and unusual. It looked like a band-aid. I looked closer and noticed the area around one of her eyes was dark and yellowish. I became concerned and decided to talk to her about it afer class. The bell rang and I followed Talin out of the classroom. I grabbed her shoulder and looked at her. She tried to move, but I wouldn’t let her. I quickly brought up a hand and moved her hair out of her face. My heart froze when I saw her face. She had a black eye and band-aids were all over he face. I could tell one of her cheeks was swollen. Her eyes were downcast, obviously ashamed of how she looked. “What happened?” I asked. “It was an accident,” she replied softly. “This was no accident. Who did this?” “It’s nothing.” “How can you call this nothing?” “I’m used to this okay. It doesn’t hurt as bad as you think.” I wanted to see for myself that she was all right. If it was only her face, then maybe it was an accident, but if there were cuts elsewhere it would prove that something did happen to her. I unzipped her jacket and pulled it off her, fighting her when she protested. I could feel my heart stop beating as I stared at her arms. There were bandages that were wrapped around her arms from shoulder to wrist. Knowing that she wouldn’t want anyone to see it, I dragged her into an empty classroom. When we were inside and the door closed behind us, she tried to grab her jacket and leave. “No. I’m not letting you leave without an explanation,” I said hearing the anger that was rising in my voice. “It’s nothing. It was all an accident,” she calmly said. I was not about to believe her. So far she looked more and more like the Talin in my dream from last night. “I just want to see one last spot okay?” she looked at me questioningly. “I want to see your left side.” Her eyes widened and I knew that she didn’t want me to see it. I could tell it was her left side because I noticed the bulge there that was obviously caused by the bandage. I grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it up slightly, receiving no protest from Talin. To my horror, I saw a large bandage covering the spot that was still bleeding. The blood was beginning to seep through the bandage. From the view I had, I could also see more bandages covering her back as well. I dropped her shirt and stepped back, shocked of what I saw. “Talin, what happened?” “Riven, it’s nothing. I can take care of myself,” she snapped. I hugged her tightly, “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She pushed me off of her. I looked down at her. She was smiling as if nothing was really wrong, “I’m all right. It doesn’t hurt anymore. So don’t worry.” She said as she turned away and walked to class while putting her jacket back on. I felt sick to my stomach and ditched my next few classes. I had to think, and class wasn’t going to help. ~***~ I arrived at school. My side was screaming in agony, begging for rest, as was the rest of the injuries from the night before. I walked into school to be greeted by Riven. “Hey,” he said cheerfully. “Hey,” I replied in my usual monotone. “Is something wrong?” he said. A lump lodged itself in my throat when he asked that. I just ignored him and walked towards class. During class, I began drawing like always. I could feel Riven looking at me, wondering what could be wrong with me. I ignored him once again. The bell rang and I exited the classroom. He followed. I suddenly felt a strong hand grab my shoulder. I looked up to find Riven. I tried to move, but he didn’t give me the opportunity to do so. He raised a hand and brushed my hair out of my face. I saw him pale at what he saw. I could tell he was staring at the band-aids and the black eye. “What happened?” he asked. “It was an accident,” I replied. “This was no accident. Who did this?” “It’s nothing.” “How can you call this nothing?” “I’m used to this okay. It doesn’t hurt as bad as you think.” He unzipped my jacket and, ignoring my pretests, pulled it off my arms. He stares at the bandages that spiraled down my arms from my shoulder to my wrists. He paled even more. He didn’t let me go, but rather he dragged me into an empty classroom and closed the door behind us. I tried to retrieve my jacket and leave, but he stopped me from doing that. “No. I’m not letting you leave without an explanation,” he said, anger rising in his voice. “It’s nothing. It was all an accident,” I said. “I just want to see one last spot okay?” I looked at him questioningly. “I want to see your left side.” My eyes widened when he said that. He grabbed the edge of my shirt and slowly and gently pulled it up. He pulled it up only as far as the bandage. I gave up and let him see. I could feel his hand become shaky and his face became paler. He dropped my shirt and stepped back. “Talin, what happened?” he asked. “Riven, it’s nothing. I can take care of myself,” I snapped at him. He embraced me and spoke softly, “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” I pushed him off of me. He looked down at me. I smiled at him., “I’m all right. It doesn’t hurt anymore. So don’t worry.” I left with that and grabbed my jacket, putting it on as I left the room. I headed for my next class. That day, I didn’t see him anymore. I didn’t see him at our locker and I didn’t see him in last period, the only other class we had together. I didn’t see him when school was over either. I gave up on waiting for him after I had waited for half an hour outside school. I headed towards the park, walking past the trees to head towards the place I took Riven to yesterday. I remembered that I had forgotten that box I brought yesterday. I quickly made my way through the trees but came across something unexpected. Riven was sitting in front of the flowers. He heard my footsteps and turned around to face me. His onyx eyes were sad and worried when they locked onto my own fiery eyes. I didn’t know what to say to him, but I managed to force something out of my mouth. “Hey, Riven.” He stared at me and motioned the box next to himself. “You forgot something.” “Oh.” I sat next to him. I could feel his gaze locked onto me. I felt his hand come up under my chin that turned my face towards his. I didn’t have time to think or to say anything when his lips came into contact with my own. He pulled back, staring down at me with sad eyes. “Please tell me who did this to you,” he begged. “Riven, it’s nothing.” “I don’t want this to happen to you again.” “Why do you care?” He grabbed me and held me close to him. “Because I lost everything once. I don’t want to lose you either. I know it’s only been two days, but I don’t care. You’re precious to me now, and I will do anything to protect you from getting hurt again. It only hurts to see you that way and say that it’s okay when it’s not. Tell me what happened.” I had to tell him. I mind as well. I wanted to feel safe again, like when Vincent was still around, and Riven was doing just that. “Okay. I’ll tell you,” I said. I told him of everything that happened to me last night. I was still held in his arms while I told him. When I told him of the knife and the cuts I received, I felt his grip tighten but then loosen. I finished and waited for him to speak. “I wish I was there to save you,” shame evident in his voice. “It’s all right, Riven. You being here now is good enough.” He released me, but only so he could kiss me once again. When we parted the kiss he spoke again, “That’s not good enough. I should have protected you from that.” This time I hugged him. “I don’t care. I feel better knowing you’re here.” We stayed in that embrace for the rest of the day and left the flowers together. He walked me home to make sure I would be all right before he headed home. He would only leave when I waved at him from my bedroom window on the second floor. He eventually left and I sighed with relief. I couldn’t believe it. I went from no friends to boyfriend. It felt amazing. That night, for the very first time since Vincent’s death, I dreamt a good dream. I almost didn’t want to wake up the next day, it was such a good dream, but I wanted to see Riven again. Riven, the boy that wanted to protect me more than anything else. It was almost to good to be true. I almost thought I had dreamt it last night, but I remembered the kisses we had yesterday. I smiled at the thought. It was all very real.