The Badass and the Alpha

Chapter Fifteen

            " There you are!" a familiar voice disturbed my thoughts. "The nurses and I have been looking all over the hospital for you!"

            " I guess you didn't quite look all over for me, as I was here for the last 30 minutes and it took you this long to find me." I said rather indifferent.

            " You are late again for your physiotherapy." Ares dodged my comment and planted himself in front of me.

            I, on the other hand, just kept looking upfront, through Ares since he obscured my view, not that there was anything in particular to look at.

            " Jay! I'm talking to you!" he said a little pissed, but that did not make any difference to me. " I said-" he took one step closer and crouched down to my level to look me in the eyes, " I'm talking to you!" 

           I did not move. Just as the first day of school when I provoked him; I kept looking into his hazel eyes, not saying a thing, just getting myself lost in his deep eyes.

            " Jay..." Ares let my name roll heavily from his tongue and out of his mouth, " Are you okay?" he continued placing a worm and heavy, just as my name leaving his mouth, hand on the top of my knee, he himself, trying as hard as possible not to get lost in my eyes either. " Jay?" he tried once more and I tried speaking, but I couldn't.

            My tongue felt heavy and like it was dragged back into my throat, blocking my airways,  not completly killing me, but enough to make me work for my every breath. My eyes started watering, or maybe clouding, but I will never know, as my last memory was of my lump body hitting the hard concrete floor, white static noise playing as the soundtrack of my life.

            And there I was again... my funeral. Only this time, I wasn't hidding anymore. I was trapped. Trapped in front of a clear screen, forced to watch as my family and friends bury a casket where my cold body was supposed to be. Supposed to... cause I wasn't there; I was behind a glass wall, banging to get out. To get out and do what then? Run to them? Scream in their face " I'm here! I'm here! Look at me!" and risk not being seen? Try to get out and wake them? What if I couldn't? What if once I break the glass, I wake up in the now burried casket? Then I'll be trapped again... But even with all this thoughts racing through my mind, I kept banging and kicking and kept looking for an escape, until my only option was to keep running into the glass wall, kick and punch, but with no luck.

            "Not faire!"I said to myself, " No escape, no light, nothing! Not one damn thing to allow me to fight for myself. I'm dead..." I finished by realizing the truth and by taking in the gravity of it.

            Sitting myself down, I started listening around me.

            " Nothing... Not even a heartbeat." and with that, it was time for me to fall into my eternal sleep.

            Laying down on my back, wiping my cheeks from the tears that started rolling down from my icy blue eyes, I let sink in the reality of my death while closing my eyes. As I was about to take my last deep breath, my body felt like falling through the ground into an abyss.

            Scared, I opened my eyes and desperatly tried to grab onto something as this might be my only chance to fight for my life. But I didn't have time and so my back made contact with a cold hard surface, before breaking and further letting me fall into the cold thick water.

            Without having time to take a breath in before falling into the water, my lungs were working on what little air I had left in before the fall. But at least I had a fighting chance.

            I started swimming to what felt like the surface as my surroundings were pitch black, a single dim light fixed onto me like it was needed for my audience to be able to keep up with the character from their new show. So I kept swimming while the air in my lungs was running out and I was getting nowhere. And once the air was out, I was done. My brain kept demanding that I take a breath, but ration was telling me that that breath would be my death. And so my movements diminished and my throat was closing just as my mind was getting hazy and my eyes were glazing over, THAT being my death.

            Last thoughts and images were playing in my mind in an attempt to an easier death; my brother and I racing on our motorcycles, us later making stupid poses on them, our parents not liking the idea of owning a bike, but trying to make the most out of our time left together before he would leave us, James asking for my keys to start the fighter, Ares giving me a hard time in the hospital. As memories raced through my mind, each one of it was leaving a mark on my heart, while a smile was tugging at my blue lips. And as another memory with Ares came, a hard punch in my chest made me open my eyes and gasp for air.

            " Oh you are alive!" breathed fast out Ares as I shot up from my hospital bed, wires slightly pulling at my skin as I gasped for more air. " I thought I lost you there!" he said coming into view with blood shot eyes. " Don't you ever do that again!" he came to hug me tight.

            " Ares..."I said in a husky voice, hugging him back, " I don't think I can controle these things." I continued as I hugged him tighter, not planning on letting him go any soon as I thought that I'd never be between the living again, nevermind hold one.