I stirred lightly from my slumber, warm within the fluffy comforter that was wrapped around me. My green eyes curiously looked around and I tried to stretch, but I was far too tired to move.
My head was pounding and I felt as if a train had hit me.
Where am I? I thought as I saw something stir in the corner of the room. I jumped lightly, feeling fear course through my veins at first, then a soaring pain consuming my body. I sighed in agony and laid back down, not moving. A voice startled me lightly.
"Don't be afraid. You're safe…"
I couldn't see the figure that was speaking to me, but something about her voice seemed to soothe my fears. It seemed warm and friendly…and honestly…I really did feel safe.
I tried to sit up to see this mystery figure in the corner, but I once again felt that "train wreck" feeling slam into my form.
"Hey there…be careful. Take it easy. You've been through a lot." I heard her soft voice again. She sounded as if she had been without sleep for a while, but her voice still seemed so very soft…so gentle.
"W-what happened?" I spoke very meekly, afraid to speak any louder in fear that the slamming pains from whatever injuries would flare back up, and hit me once more.
The mystery figure slowly emerged from the darkened corner and I could make out a set of wings sprouted from her back and long wavy tresses of hair that appeared to be black. She eased her slender form toward the edge of the bed, and sat down delicately, as if afraid of hurting me more than I already was.
"You were in a car accident Sweetie."
I blinked lightly. Did she just call me Sweetie?
I couldn't quite make out whom she was but she sounded so familiar to me. Even in the darkness, it appeared as if I already somehow knew her.
Once again, I glanced around the room, looking for any clues that may tell me where I was. But all I saw was wall in the very dim light. Yet again, I blinked and wondered what time it was.
Slowly, trying not to put myself in further pain, I turned my head to the alarm clock on the bedside stand. 2:37 AM appeared in neon green numbers. Why was this other woman still awake? Did she not know what time it was? Was she there to be with me?
A few moments went by in silence, and I broke it by asking for a glass of water.
She weakly smiled and left the room for a few minutes, a clear glass filled with water in hand as she reentered.
I saw the light flicker from the lamp sitting near the bed, and I realized where I was. The question, however, was how had I gotten here?
The room came more into focus and I blinked a few times trying to allow my eyes to adjust to the newfound light. I now knew why the woman had seemed so familiar to me. She was my longtime girlfriend and my fiancé…but what I still didn't understand was how on earth we were together. We didn't live with one another after all.
"A-angel…I-what am I doing here?"
She looked to me, her onyx eyes seeming to hold some sort of grief.
"Sweetie…tell me…What's going on? What is it Darling?" I started to panic. The look in her eyes was scaring the hell out of me.
She spoke once more, a tone in her once more, a tone in her voice that I'd never heard toward me before. It sounded almost distant, Icy in a sense.
"Don't worry about it love. Not right now. Here's the water you asked for. Drink it and take these…" She opened her other hand reveling two ibuprofens to me. "They will help with the pain."
I nodded as best as I could, seeing her arm extend with the glass, pressing it gently to my lips so that I could drink. Sipping lightly, swallowing one pill, and then the other, drinking some more as I finished, I felt the glass pull away, being placed onto the bedside stand next to the lamp.
I gazed upon her and smiled warmly as I thought of everything she had done for me in the past, then to how she was now taking care of me. Just like she always had. I continued thinking to myself. I must be the luckiest woman alive.
"Sweetheart…would you mind helping me sit up? I want to be with you," I whispered softly, my gaze coming to meet her eyes.
"I can do better than that Darling. I'll lay down with you. I don't want you hurting yourself"
I smiled again as she folded the black comforter down, her form sliding delicately into the bed next to me. She carefully wrapped her arms around me and I sighed contently.
I leaned over, shifting as close to her as I could and kissed her pale pink lips very delicately.
I stopped and thought for a moment. That usually doesn't happen. We aren't supposed to be able to touch.
You see, I was only a mortal, and she a demon of fire, Most of the time; I felt nothing more than a cool breeze when she'd be next to me. However, this time, I felt warmth. I didn't know why, and at this moment in time, I really didn't care. As long as I was next to her, I was happy.
She returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around me once more, making sure not to add to the pain I was already in. She held me close to her, almost as if afraid to let me go.
I wanted to stay there with her forever. I wanted to stay awake, to tell her how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, and how I never wanted to lose her, but I guess the Ibuprofens were kicking in, because the last thing I remember was falling asleep in her arms, nestled contently into her chest.
Okay, so this one isn't true. It's kind of a combination of Krys and Bellah's story and how Krys died in a car accident, mixed along with my own at one point of only feeling a cold breeze when Jackie would hold me or kiss me. This "Mystery Woman" is based on someone as well, but who is that? Well you'll have to figure that one out on your own. I'm hoping to write more to this one, and actually create a real story out of it, maybe even one day a book, but at least make it 5 or 6 chapters, if I can keep my writer's block down. I know where I'm going to go with it; I just have to keep the writer's block at a minimum. Hope you guys like it. 3