Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Marcel

I wake up to a familiar soothing voice, a voice I have been waiting to hear for a whole year. She’s leaning over me, her black hair falling over her cheeks. And her green eyes pierced into my soul. I bring my hand up to her cheek, and softly glide my fingers across her soft skin.

“I’m leaving now Marcel.” She says to me, making me immediately sit up, and pull her toward me.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I need you,” I tell her but before I know it, she fades away right before my eyes with a slight echo of goodbye from somewhere in the now empty room.

And then as if the pain of losing her again isn’t enough, I then start to feel a burn in my chest, I extend my hand and feel where the burning sensation is coming from, and feel something wet. When I pull my hand back to inspect the liquid, I discover its blood, a lot of blood.

Who did this to me?” I ask myself, and then look around the room but find no one that could have attacked me. I try to yell