Post by Skye Thompson on Mar 27, 2010 10:12:05 GMT -6
Skye was suffocating. She lay on her back, watching the ceiling swim before her eyes, and gasping desperately as a drowning person. But no matter how much air she took in, it didn’t seem to be enough. She still felt dizzy and light-headed, and the black started to creep in around the edges of her vision. I’m dying. she thought dully, listening to her heartbeat pound in her ears, I’m going to die! Skye turned onto her side and drew her legs up against her body, shaking. She didn’t want to die. Not today, not ever. More than anything, more even than her father, Skye feared death. Endlessness, oblivion, no hope, no light, no anything. Just the thought of it made her clap her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming again.
She heard Titus and Regan move past the door. The knowledge that Titus had just killed someone should have scared her more than it did. It should have made her want to run, to pack her things and slip away before Titus could find her. She could have gone to Persephone’s, or stowed away on someone’s ship, anywhere should have been better than here. She feared death more than anything else, and just down the hall was a man who could kill her quite easily. But that wasn’t what frightened her. No, Skye was scared of a something much smaller.
A simple fact, but a fact that she didn’t want to accept, because of what it would mean for her, though she wasn’t quite sure what that was. That she was crazy, most likely. She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to, but she could hide from the truth any longer. Titus was a killer, and she still trusted him. She more than trusted him, she loved him, just as she had loved Adrian, and she was willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to not lose her brother again.
She heard Titus and Regan move past the door. The knowledge that Titus had just killed someone should have scared her more than it did. It should have made her want to run, to pack her things and slip away before Titus could find her. She could have gone to Persephone’s, or stowed away on someone’s ship, anywhere should have been better than here. She feared death more than anything else, and just down the hall was a man who could kill her quite easily. But that wasn’t what frightened her. No, Skye was scared of a something much smaller.
A simple fact, but a fact that she didn’t want to accept, because of what it would mean for her, though she wasn’t quite sure what that was. That she was crazy, most likely. She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to, but she could hide from the truth any longer. Titus was a killer, and she still trusted him. She more than trusted him, she loved him, just as she had loved Adrian, and she was willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to not lose her brother again.
