Asunder

CHAPTER 3

You're spread around like a disease. A dangerous killer on the loose. You filled the minds of young ones with sin. You filled them with lies. You filled them with harsh truths.

I had angels fighting for me on one side and devils on the other. I sat on the fence. Sharp, pointed edged fence. Sad melted hero's and rising fiends. I choose not to care. The constant tugging, the constant ripping. I was pulled close to Him because of the promises he made. The gorgeous compliments and safety. The love he guaranteed. I was dragged away because Sin provided danger and PASSION. A loss of security, no more holding hand. Egg shell, you're free baby. You're free. I wanted both.

Dylan, DYLAN. WAKE UP! Shit. I can't lose you like this. Scramble, scramble. Patch, pray. "Hold on." Concentration. I'm holding his wrists. Again. I close my eyes and imagine water flowing. Blood has stained the bathroom floor. Needles from a raging drug addiction in the trash, on the counter, in the sink. Razor-blade. He tries to end this pain. He tried to make it go away. He acts like he has a war raging inside of him. The room is getting cold. They're here. The blood collects. Streaming back into his wrists. I can't let go. It's so loud in here. So cold. 1914, Titanic. Yes, this is what it feels like. I won't let go. Cough, COUGH. "Finally! What the hell is your problem?!"

Back to that place. Dark, dark, oh so dark room. He fills my mind with blood-chilling images. His priests tortured him. Took his body and wounded it. Took his wings and tore them. Took his senses and damaged them. It's all because he loves me. It's all because he cares. It's because he continues to hurt me and continues to be Sin. He refuses to give in. He refuses. Sin avoids happiness. Sanctuary. He avoids comfort. Though he doesn't avoid me. 

Courtyard. "Shit." His eyelids are getting heavy. I put his face in my hands.

"Don't die on me. Don't leave. You can't leave." I whispered.

You should just go. I'll always be with you.

No, no, no, no, no, no. NO.

"Let me see."

No.

"You know I can help."

They'll prevent you.

"My love is strong than them."

He pulled off his jacket and shirt. Gorgeous, bleeding boy. I look at his back and lightly scan my fingers over the wounds. He winces. I lick two fingers on either of my hands and press them to the bleeding craters. He screams.

My heart is beating faster. Faster. My skin is pale. Death cold. Eye color, aquamarine, lavender. They're piercing. My hair turns bleach white. Pure sands on the coast. Sin isn't conscious. His breathing is light. Wounds, tissue torn, skin peeling away, bones broken. I start working. Energy glows around his shoulder blades. The muscles pulse. The bones slowly drift back together and form the once strong bonds again. The tissues cross over each other, beautiful corset. Blood forms at the top and is absorbed back into his body. The skin washes over the bareness like a tidal wave.

ENERGY GONE.