The H o l e s In My Heart ❤ [Python]

Danger

-- It was the first thing that slide into my mind as I looked up. My eyes took in the world around me, the trees that were tall and dark, omnious in the days light, but none t=of this registrered much with me. The only thing that did was the boy that stood there. Tall, threatening and dangerous. Something about the way he held himself, or the coldness that I found when I meet his eyes. This boy was not someone to mess with, and I knew that while he was here I wasn’t safe.

My feet begin to automatically move back with how I felt, but I stop before I have taken the first step. I wasn’t going to be a coward. I was always so normally a fearful scared person, always hiding, cowering behind the stronger more abled people. I wasn’t going to run this time, and besides something about this boy told me I wouldn’t get very far. I quickly eye him up and down, he reminded me of a wolf, strong, powerful and poised ready to attack on any indication that I would move. I felt like prey.

Everything about this boy screamed danger, pain and hate. Even the way he just stood there relaxed did not make me feel any more at ease. He scared me, and I knew he knew that he did. He knew he was intimidating. I wipe the blood from my face, messily wiping it on my shirt. I do this again until the blood stops flowing, I wipe at it again until I am sure that my face must resemble some sort of clean skin. ”You should be careful.” His voice sent shivers racing down my sign, it was fake, the cooing call under his words was false and made me want to run.

His words even scared me. His voice. This boy was really scaring me. My hand moves down to my pocket, and I slowly puts place my hand in the soft fold of the material. The cool feeling of metal reaches my finger tips, soothing, more relaxing and real then this boy’s voice. My hand gently wraps itself around the metal of the little knife, ready for use. ”You wouldn’t want to get seriously injured in a place like this..” My eyes watch as he looks around the place, and I become numbly aware of just how alone we were, there was no one here. Nowhere to run.

Shit

Was my first thought, as well as a feeling of being trapped, like a weakened animal being cornered by a pack of wolves, stuck, with nowhere to escape. "..where nobody can save you.” That was just plane creepy. My jaw drops slightly as I look straight into this guy’s eyes. I was really creeped out, and this time as my foot moved I let it take that step back, that move away from the guy. A step more into my freedom. My nexy foot follows more hesitant. I knew I was only moving away from hi reach, but I was making myself look scared, fearful of this guy. I was. But I couldn’t let him know.

”I can help you, though, if you just ask nicely.” I snort at that, but that just really hurts. I move my arm to my nose as a stab of pain hits me. ”Fuck.” I breath through the pain, agony and hurt.”You know you are really creepy, but I’m not scared of you. I think most people are. But I’m not. I say clearly. I don’t speak loud but more softly, a false sense of danger leaked into my words. Two could play at this game.

I take a step closer, and all I could feel was my heart racing faster. I was shit scared. I felt like I was going to pee my pants, but I held my ground. I pause for a moment gathering my courage. I take a step closer closing the gap between us. ” I would love your help!” I say sweetly. My hand takes a stronger grip on the blade in my pocket. ”But let me help you first.” The blade comes flying from its hiding and I lash out at the boy.

My knife slid through the creeps stalkers freaks boys shirt, before meeting the flesh beneath. I was surprised with the speed at which the boy had showed as he jumped out of the way of my initial attack, I had aimed for his throat. But as he had moved I wasn’t going to be satisfied with missing, so I had thrown the knife downwards and had felt it slide into his skin. A small grin crossed my face, and I felt, with surprise, that I enjoyed this. It was fun making the boy hurt.

But this boy was fast. My joy was short lived.

Then the pain.

Pain at this second was all I felt, but it wasn’t the pain that I had felt the day my best friend was murdered, sure this pain began in my chest just as the other hand, but this one was like a fire, and the pain didn’t stop, it didn’t throb or pause. It burned. My eyes flicker to my chest and I barely take in the crimson that was seeping into my clothes, and blossoming like a rose across my shirt. Any other time I might admire the colours, and maybe would have watched as the colour seeped into my green short mixing and making a kind of earthly coloured brown. A very nice colour, but right now very unwelcome.

I gasp in pain, letting the air leave my chest, because each breath was hurting. My eyes turn back to the boy, and I could feel the doubt in me right now. The boys words were sinking in more. I don’t think he was kidding. Something about the way he casually glanced at my chest, and the way his eyes flickered with pleasure scared me. He was enjoying this far too much. I eye the knife in his grip. He held it with an expert grip, and I knew he had done this before. I was scared. Very scared. I wondered if I would end up as one of his victims.

My hands fumble on the hilt of the knife, getting a better gri- ”Why don’t we make a wager out of this?” He says. His feet start moving and mine move as well. I follow each of his steps, so that we end up circling one another. I don’t answer him, because honestly I couldn’t be bothered wagering anything, my boobs chest really hurt. But the boy persisted. “You fight me, and if you win we both walk away and pretend that this never happened.” I nod, because right now I was hoping none of this was really happening, and that maybe if I pinched myself it would all go away. I doubted it. I stare at him, meeting his creepy, weird eyes.

But if I win..”

Uh oh.

Nope, I did not like the sound of that. The way he said it and the fact that this guy was saying it and me stop moving and just stare. ”..then you have to sleep with me.” My mouth falls open in the perfect shape of an ‘o’ I raise my eyebrows in disbelief and for a second I think of asking the guy to say it again. But I shake my head and stare at him in disbelief. Then he has the nerve to ask me how that sounds? What the fuck. I open and close my mouth a few times hoping to say something, but words are not coming to me, nothing is. I give him an angry glare. I didn’t know what he was playing at, but he was sure as hell scaring me. But something inside me doubted the boy’s words.

He was joking.

Let’s just say I have bad instincts. This boy to me seemed as if he was joking. Because I swear he was. So I laugh like it is some big joke. ”Sure, sounds fun.” I say, and I catch myself with surprise, by meeting the boys eyes and smiling. This was going to be fun. My lips curl into a sinister smile, if he wanted to play, then I would.