Spectral Bound Chest Novels & Stories

A heavy, exhausted sigh escaped my lips as I reached for the thick, restrictive elastic chest binder resting on the edge of the mattress, my stomach churning with a familiar, sickening dread. Wrapping the heavy medical-grade elastic around my torso was an agonizing daily ritual, a painful necessity that violently compressed my ribcage and made drawing a full, deep breath feel absolutely impossible. I pulled the rough fabric tight, wincing as the coarse material dug sharply into the tender, bruised skin beneath my arms, ensuring that absolutely no trace of my natural, feminine figure could possibly be detected by anyone at the college.

He crouches in front of me, his eyes scanning my face, his proximity suffocating. His hand brushes towards my collarbone, making me draw back. "You’ve lost weight. These bones are too apparent. Haven’t you been consuming nicely?" Why is he pretending to care? His hands circulate down to inspect each inch of me, tracing scars like they’re secrets and techniques he’s rediscovering. "You shouldn’t contact me like that," I mutter, my voice trembling. "I’m no longer your spouse anymore." He ignores me completely. "You said you were late for work. Which corporation is it?"

Unable to catch my breath, my hand clutched at my heart-I recognized every one of those people. And there, on the floor in front of me, was Brett-kneeling. My heart and lungs finally caught up with each other, but the breaths were deep, and the beats were hard. I sat in stunned silence, and Brett's hand still lingered casually on my knee. The crowd was eerily still, and the silence was deafening. He hadn't moved, but the light caught my attention as it reflected off the signature, pale blue box open in his other hand. The fingers that had clutched my heart now covered my mouth, and my eyes found Brett's for the first time.

I said to her. She must never know that I find her attractive, it was wrong and should never be made known. " Give me a minute," I said. I walked into the closet with my towel and grabbed the tissues that were on the shelf and rubbed off the blood that had threatened to show its ugly self. I wonder how long I was going to cope with this. They said Lyra has healing powers, I have to make sure I am cured of this ailment. I can not continue like this, it feels like my life is getting shorter by the day.

Marcel gasped in assumption thinking that there was after all some truth to the old wise tale of being cursed by the binders of soul. “I was here, but she couldn’t see or hear me… something else was wrong with her.” “No she was talking to you and dad, I sat with her at the table… she was freaking talking to you like you were right there.” “Marcel! You’re the only one that can see me.” “No, no, no…” Surely in her mind such a possibility would be more of an evil curse than a blessing. “You see me through our bond; I’m not sure but I think that maybe because of what happened that night by the docks and the fact that we’re twins that it somehow connects us.”

I still searched with blurry vision where the voice could be coming from, but I still couldn’t see anyone, “Who are you?” A moment of silence followed, and then I felt it, a presence, cold yet oddly comforting, “I am Athina. The spirit of a wolf that resides within you. Bound together, but you first need to accept our bond.” “What? Why now? I…” I struggled to breath. “Please Veronica. You need to accept our bond, otherwise you will die.” “I…” My chest was hurting as I tried to speak. “Please. You’re on the brink of death. The wolfsbane is killing you, and fast. You are stronger than this, we’re stronger. Please, accept.” She begged.