Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ These Shattered Peices ❯ Broken Harts Will Cut You ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two: Broken Hearts Will Cut You

 

I didn't know how long I'd been out, but when I came too, I was definitely not anywhere close to the school.

 

Everything was very cold and very damp, and I didn't know how the two could co-exist when I could see my own breath quite easily with the help of a naked bulb in the center of the ceiling. A chain was linked to my wrist by a thick and heavy black cuff that made it difficult to life my hand and it made panic swell in my chest once I realized I'd been kidnapped, though I didn't know what for. I was an orphan, a poor one for that matter, and I didn't have too many enemies and none of them were this psychotic.

 

A opened right across from me and a bulky man with…

 

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that this large man had thick brown wings loosely tucked to his back and peering over his shoulders. His white hair was very abnormal, especially in contrast to his dark brown skin and black eyes. A orange shock of hair drew my eyes to a long strip of hair to the left of his head, hanging well past his shoulder. Everything else was close to his head in wild curls. His hair didn't speak of age though, because he looked very young, maybe nineteen or twenty.

 

He pinned me down with those black eyes and growled low in his throat, I scooted back, hissing when the cold wall touched my back, though something odd obstructed the way.

 

I turned and glanced over my shoulder and nearly fainted at the sight of two white wings coming out of my back. I wrapped my arms around my naked torso and realized my lower body was just as bare and pulled my knees close to my chest, my wings moving and wrapping around my shoulders like a blanket that warmed me a little bit.

 

The man came closer and bent down, pulling a gigantic hammer from his back and straitening the chain out of the floor and brought it down heavily onto the thick links, snapping them easily. My eyes widened in fear and my feathers puffed out and a low chocked mewl escaped my throat as I shrank into a small ball, my wings wrapping tighter around myself. The man completely ignored the fact that I was terrified him and scooped my up into one massive arm. I was paralyzed by fear when he turned and moved from the room, it was one of those `Deer in headlights' moments that you can't avoid at the most important of times.

 

“There he is! He has the-” The woman's voice was cut off by a mighty blow from the huge mans hammer. What was left sprayed against the metal wall. Bile rose in my throat as he did the same to more people running up, with animal parts instead of wings. One had floppy rabbit ears and whiskers, some had pointed dog ears and nub tails, others had feline tails and ears all of them were wearing tattered jeans and random shirts in varying shades of blue.

 

The hate glowing in their varying eye colors made my skin prickle and my stutter for a moment. They were like Carla's and her friends glares over Charlie's shoulders. Another painful jab in my chest as the man smashed through the animal people in blue like they were talking cards and he was a gigantic metal shoe.

 

“Meran!” A young boy called and the man turned. A little boy with bright butterfly wings in white and gold raced towards us, more animal people running after him with swords and bats.

 

“Tommy! Haul your ass over here so we can get out!” The man holding me said in a deep booming voice.

 

The little blonde boy, Tommy, fluttered his wings and sped towards us, gasping for breath when he flopped over the gigantic man named Meran's shoulder. Meran threw his hammer in the air and smashed a large hole into the ceiling, brown wings spreading out behind him and giving a few large flaps until we flew up through the hole, bats and swords being thrown after us as we soared through the skies towards high, snow covered mountains that were tinted a light shade of rose.

 

“Are you alright?” Meran asked. I looked around in awe that such a hulking figure could get off the ground. Let alone this high! “Are you alright?” He called again and I realized he was talking to me. I peered up through my ruffled wings at his grinning face. “Sorry to have scared you like that, I was very angry that they had chained you down like that. Do you feel okay? Are your wings damaged?” He asked loudly, the wind nearly taking his words.

 

Everything around me flickered like a movie reel had jumped. I flinched and when my eyes opened back up, I was in a bed staring up at a white ceiling, monotonous beeping filling the air.

 

“What the?” I croaked.

 

Monica and Markell leaned over me, both of their eyes bloodshot with thick black circles under them, making them look terribly sick. They both gave me relieved smiles. I sat up a little, glancing around a realizing I was in a hospital.

 

“We're glad you've finally woken up. You've been out for three days.” Monica sniffled and hugged me tightly.

 

“Why am I here?” Where'd the big guy go, with the wings?” I glanced around and realized my wings were gone as well.

 

“Wings? A big guy? That poison you ingested must've made you have weird dreams. Some kid found you unconscious in the bathroom and called 9-1-1 and they found you'd ingested some kind of poison, they thought it would kill you since you wouldn't wake up and your heartbeat was so erratic, but you calmed down just now before you woke up.” Markell explained. I sat back with a grunt as my back popped.

 

The door opened and the one person who cut into me with only a glance walked in carrying flowers. He looked at me with eyes filled with concern and my heart swell ed with that familiar happiness that was short lived.

 

“Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here like he wants you here?!” Monica shrieked. “I want you out, you traitorous bastard!” She ran at him and he gave me a sorrowful look before flinging the flowers at me and running out of the room as they landed on my lap.

 

I grabbed them before Markell could and looked at the beautiful arrangement of blue Aster, Honeysuckle, and Daffodils with some baby's breath. I sighed in rememberance of what they symbolized. He'd taught me when we loved each other. I didn't notice I was crying until Monica handed me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and spotted a card hidden in the flowers. I pulled it out of the tiny envelope and read the neat cursive that was Charlie's handwriting.

 

Angel,

 

I didn't mean to hurt you, I would explain, but I don't want to see you cry. I'm so sorry this happened, and I wish I could take it all back and be what we used to be, but you hate me now, so I will now stay away since you cry every time you look at me. I'm so sorry if this makes you cry, but I love you.

 

I did make me cry, it made me cry harder in joy when I realized he still liked me, even though Carla was with him. He hadn't wanted to hurt me those many times, but…I want to know why. Why did he rape me? Why did he sell me off to his friend for an hour? Hit me when I cried? Locked me in his room for two days? Why did he do it all just to leave me for a girl who'd slept with every guy in the school?

 

Markell took the card and read it over, crumpling the card in his fist when he finished. “That lying sunnofa-”

 

“Markell.” I said softly. He turned to me, his eyes dropping some of their anger. “Please, let me talk to him once, alone. I need to know why.” I rasped between sniffles. Monica opened her mouth to object, but Markell slapped one of his large tan hands over her mouth.

 

“Let him babe, he can do it. He's fifteen, I'm pretty sure he can handle it this time.” He said softly. Monica looked ready to argue, but one glance from his brown eyes and she bowed her head, his hand sliding down to tilt her chin up as he stepped closer and placed his lips on hers. I smiled softly when I saw another display of their deep affections for each other. They'd been together for eight years, and were engaged, it was a good start since they were still only twenty three.

The nurse came in and asked them to leave because visiting hours were over. They came over and kissed me goodnight on each cheek and left, promising to be back when their morning classes were over.

 

I settled back into the pillow, setting my flowers and the crumpled card on the table next to my bed, and let my eyes fluttered close, blue skies seeming to fill my vision as sounds of flapping filled my ears.