The Light

"I just wish I wasn't in the verge of

death for you to realize you want me"

His Flower's Point Of View

I wanted to cry in frustration and fear. I was surrounded by darkness and I couldn't escape it. My body was aching and I couldn't tend to it.

I was scared and no one was there to help me. I felt like collapsing but an unknown force wouldn't let me.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but no sound came out of my mouth. A heavy longing towards my sister was present, but an even bigger one for how everything was when life was simpler.

My eyes searched for any sign that would let me know there was a chance of getting out of here. That there was a way out, but they couldn't find it soon enough.

Through the corner of my eye I saw a tiny gap, though.

It was light.

I took a step towards it, then another, and another. My pace started quickening as the gap of light started getting bigger.

As I got closer to the now door of light, the ground beneath me started shaking.

The sudden and abrupt movement caused my legs to give out making me fall face first to the floor.

The door of light started closing and my heart started pumping blood harder.

No, no, no. I have to leave!

I stood on my feet in less than a second. Adrenaline was pumping through my body by now.

I started running as fast as my feet could carry me, the door of light going back into the tiny gap of flickering light.

The gap was closing rapidly and I knew I wasn't going to make it on time before it closed.

I was only a few inches away. I could reach out and touch it. I could feel myself being freed from this darkness, but that never happened.

The little gap of hope closed completely. Just when I was a few inches away from reaching it.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

NO! I was there! I was

right there! No...

I looked at the spot where the gap used to be and glared unbelievingly. A gap just betrayed me. Awesome.

My head started spinning and suddenly I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened and I started to feel uneasy and desperate.

Tap, tap, tap. 

I struggled to get air into my lungs, but to no avail.

I felt myself slipping out of consciousness once again and simply let my body fall numbly. As I hit the ground I saw a pair of shoes right in front of me.

Poke, poke, poke.

I tilted my head up as best as I could but felt as if it was being split into half and I couldn't do anything to stop it. It was a different situation that I had never found myself in. This was the first time and it was hitting like a ton of bricks.

There was a man standing next to my body, but I couldn't tell anything else. Like in dreams, the face was blurry. I simply couldn't see any feature. I know the person had a face with things that any other face would have, but I just couldn't actually see.

Shake, shake, shake. 

The man extended a hand for me to take so I reached mine out to take his. It felt welcoming and it was reassuring. Slowly closing my eyes, I felt the violent shaking and unbearable headache stop simultaneously.

Everything just stopped.

There was a second of darkness and pure silence before the headache came back, full force.

My eyes shot open and a white ceiling was revealed. There was no trace of the man that I saw a few seconds ago, but I decided to not ask around or anything.

The lights and white color hurt my eyes so I squinted in order to relieve the poor orbs from too much brightness.

I tried to stand up, but couldn't. I heard voices outside my door, but soon enough felt the movement next to me. I tensed a little and

opened my mouth to say something, anything. Nothing came out, for my brain was glitching. It was empty and felt like I was floating.

This situation reminded me a little bit of that one time I woke up on a hospital bed as well, my head fuzzy with sleep and confusion. It was the first time I had been taken to a hospital and it was because I broke my pinkie finger. I was playing with a group of kids and one of them decided to throw the ball at me, catching me off guard.

I went to stop the ball from hitting my stomach, but my hand was placed wrong so the ball crushed my fingers and ended up fracturing my pinkie. It was a big fracture too. The pain was too strong and I passed out, only to be taken to a nearby city's hospital.

I didn't have the energy to speak or say anything to let anyone know of my discomfort to the person next to me. He was just looking at me, watching my every move like a weirdo. His presence was one that would always have you on guard or tense. It was intimidating and brought uneasiness.

I cried a little, emotions all over getting the best of me. It was very unfair of his part to do what he was doing and any sane person can see that what he's doing is wrong. The person beside me has hurt me, more than I thought, but now he was sitting on a chair next to me.

I don't know if he was a very indecisive person or he was bipolar. Every Alpha I've heard of seem to be like that. Cruel and unjust. Before I blacked out again from the pain in my body, a small thought left a smile growing on my face.

I may have almost died and only survived because of the King and his men, but I was still alive. I survived. It was all a little peaceful until another thought came to mind. This one induced panic more than anything.

What about Lana?