6

Amara's pov

What would it feel like if I was to fall? I questioned myself as I tried getting out with my tongue, the piece of meat which was stuck between my teeth, It is a tough fight.

I was seated on the balcony railing. My stocking-clad aching legs dangling in mid-air with just my rump on the banister acting as my only support and yet again the thought of what would happen if I was to fall crossed my mind.

It was very likely for me to seek out fresh air and calming scenes after my dance lessons but very unlikely for me to seek that out in a dangerous way such as sitting on the handrail of a balcony.

I looked down at the streets, peering at the people as they went about their evening activities with nary a care in the world which got me to wonder if they would care.

Would they care if they were to look up and caught sight of me? A young blonde princess in her favorite red leotard who just finished her self-dance rehearsals and was currently sitting where she shouldn't. Would they think I was about to take a disastrous leap and end my life or would the assumption of it being perfectly normal to sit at this spot and gain some air conjure up in their brains instead?

             I have been thinking a lot these days. I have been thinking about weird things. Weird things which transformed into psychotic thoughts such as worrying about the welfare of your stalker which could be classified as madness.

Well, I guess that's what long-term stalking and attempted tries to take your life does to you, it makes you mad.

I haven't heard from him in forever. Forever means a week in my dictionary. I haven't felt his presence neither have I sensed him nor have I been blessed with a glimpse of his form again. 

I shouldn't be worried about the safety of the evil unique haired man. Any normal person in this state would be relieved if a person who posed a threat to them had suddenly vanished but here I was, thinking, hoping, praying that he was okay.

He tried to kill you! He is out to kill you! I reminded myself as I shook my head trying to get rid of the caring thoughts. He could fall off the surface of the earth for all I care, You should be glad that he is gone! For some unknown reason, my last self-talk statement struck a painful chord within me.

He is nice, lonely, and sad, Images of him being nice to the beggar and pressing money in his open palm flashed in my head. The smile he had put on the boy's face was so radiant that it warmed me and I had begun to think that he wasn't so bad after all, He is going to kill you! This was a way better reminder and I convinced myself that the days I stood looking out the window to see him, the way my heart jumped when my phone buzzed thinking it was a text from him, and the way I wanted to feel his presence so bad was just because I wanted to make sure that he was gone.

I should get down from this place, I thought and I knew if my parents or friends were here, they would get freaked out even if it was clear that if I'd fall I will go unscathed.

                My phone buzzed and my heart jumped as usual. Calm down! I chided myself while extending unsure fingers to pick up the phone which was next to me. I took it and brought it before me. I swiped my thumb across the screen unlocking it and I let out a very unwarranted sigh of relief seeing that it was from him.

Unknown: Get down Amara Snow Dardanos!

I wanted to laugh when I read it. I could almost picture him screaming and it was funnier with him thinking he could tell me what to do. It almost sounded like he cared and he didn't want me to fall and get hurt. He even called me by my full name. I shook my head at the text and typed my reply and without thinking, I pressed send.

Me: Or what?

I kept the phone aside and waited patiently after I sent it. It was like daring him despite knowing how evil he could be. I wanted to see what his action would be. I wasn't expecting a text back as he seemed to be someone of few words. grumpy.

I was still seated on my spot not moving an inch as per against his orders when I suddenly felt a shift in the air and that overwhelming aura that only emanated from one person.

Not even a genius could have guessed what happened next. I felt hands on my back accompanied by the applied pressure and a push.

He pushed me!

One minute I was seated, and the next I was thrown off balance and I was tumbling over the railing. It all happened so fast and instinctively I had turned and embedded my extracted claws in the stonework of the building in an attempt to save myself.

He pushed me! I growled looking below me, no one seemed to notice and if I did fall and remained unharmed I could attract the authorities and that wouldn't be a good idea as they had an unhealthy obsession with supernatural creatures.

"Fuck you!" I gritted. I knew he could hear me and hell I wanted him to. I moved to remove my hand and clamped it to another portion of the wall before repeating the same with the other hand. I was about two stories down from mine and it will be superb to be able to climb without attracting attention. I had to be fast about it if I didn't want to end up in a lab.

You caused this! Cora growled at me as I climbed, are you still going to think that he is a fallen angel filled with goodness? If we were in a different situation I would have laughed but right now I was trying not to fall.

I brushed her words aside and pushed forward. I kept going till I finally reached the bottom of my balcony, I didn't even look back as I would cringe at the marks that I left on the wall. I shifted and finally clambered over the railing and I was back in my corner. I picked up my phone and raced into my suite at once.

And immediately I got to my bed, the phone buzzed. It was him. I opened the phone to read the message. My eyes narrowed in slits seeing the words and I let out an irritating huff.

Unknown: Lesson learned, snyek?

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