Prologue
This is the 3rd and final part of the Unbreakable series. The story contains scenes with mature content.
“What do you want from me?”
I shivered as the smile faded from his face and all that was left there was coldness and callousness. They dominated his expression; they dominated his eyes as he pressed his hand to my chest.
“Your heart,” he uttered quietly, “is mine.”
And then an unbearable pain paralyzed me.
I shot up into the sitting position, trying to catch my breath. Trying to get at least some oxygen into my lungs. Trying to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest.
My head dropped into my palms. I didn’t keep it upright, as if the blackness, overpowering my mind weighed at least a ton. I couldn’t wake up properly, yet I still perceived too vividly those tears streaming down my cheeks.
No, I wasn’t awake completely, yet I was fully aware of that one torturous fact.
The dream had returned.
That ugly dream, my nightmare that had been haunting me at the beginning of the school year was back. Only to scare me to death again.
I rubbed my face as if it could help me wipe out the terrifying feeling that clung to my whole body. But no. Instead, I shivered as my anxiety intensified. It devoured me. It seized me. It controlled me. And I fell back into my duvet, defeated.
Seconds were ticking in my head. I counted them just as I was counting them past couple of nights when I kept staring into the darkness of my room.
I knew what was coming. I knew what awaited me. However, I wasn’t able to stop it.
That helplessness swept me away over and over again.
The walls around me began to close in, making me feel as if I was being caught in a cage with no way out. I suffocated, I could only perceive the dreadful pain in my chest, I wanted to scream. But I wasn’t able to save myself.
As if there was nothing left that could save me.
Not even my demon.
Because he didn’t belong to me anymore.
It was as if with my new life, the old one disappeared for good. As if I was slowly falling awake. To a reality full of cold and emptiness. To the reality where there was nothing extraordinary, nothing supernatural. Just an everyday stereotype. Just phantom dreams without sighs to follow.
It was as if all I had left was a dying memory.
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My lovely readers,
I’m very happy and grateful that you like my story enough to continue reading. I swear I am! However, I feel obligated to warn you that I’m not a native English speaker. The story will be edited as soon as it’s finished. But because I don’t want to make you wait for so long, I’ll be publishing the unedited version.
This novel should entertain you, not make your skin crawl. So, if my grammar should bother you, please, wait for the edited story.
Thank you very much!
