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Maps Of Our Hearts

Prologue

I felt myself falling before my brain registered it.

I watched his face slowly becoming smaller as, metre by metre, I lunged towards the knife-like rocks. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, curled at the edges and intimidating. Nobody should ever mess with Drake. And I did.

This was my punishment, death. This was what I got for dicing with it. Drake Herald was never somebody you should stand up to. Because this happened. And everybody knew about it- but not a single thing was done.

Nobody has ever really seen me so I doubt they'll notice my absence. It's why I insist on dyeing my hair an intoxicating, electric blue. And why I got my eyes permanently tinged yellow.

It wasn't to make it appear like my true calling was a psychiatric ward. It wasn't to rebel against my mother and her ridiculously strict ways. It was because I was a nobody. But I became a somebody when I put my mask on.

Of course, like all good things, it must come to an end. Truthfully I was getting sick of my mask and I could feel it slowly slipping, inch by inch, until it finally unravelled altogether.

When Drake worked out I was really a nobody in disguise.

I clenched and unclenched my fist as I fell. My brain was struggling to send information to the rest of my body and I felt as though my mind was on one level while my body was on another. It felt like I was hovering, not really dying but not really living either.

With great difficulty, I prised my eyes open, glancing downwards and seeing the rocks rushing up towards me. I couldn't breathe- I was dead before I hit them.

But as my body crashed into the hard, white surf, my flesh being shredded by the sharp rocks, a face appeared, a guy's to be more precise.

Red hair, blue eyes and freckles. It was the freckles I remembered the most. He slowly ran his hands against my skin, making it prickle with pain. I wasn't sure how I was still conscious right now, how I could perceive what was happening. But I could somehow. And the strange thing was, was I was enjoying it.

The man ran his hands across my body, gently whispering harsh words against my hair. I could feel the movement, feel the warmth of his breath against my sensitive scalp. Yet I could not understand a word he was saying.

Finally, he spoke English.

"You are not done yet in this world. You shall not join me in the heavens just yet. You must find your true love, it cannot be so that you leave without him. He either joins you in death or brings you back into the world. But for now only he shall be able to see you. Only he shall know of your existence. Yet you will know when you find him. And only his kiss shall bring you from your spell. Otherwise you will remain tied to me. At the close of five years, I shall bring you home. But not before. Go, find your love. And be happy."

And that was when my heart stopped beating.

I was still alive, yet I had no pulse.

I was the walking dead.

And only my true love would stop this hell.

Notes

Hi all!

Thanks for taking the time to read this - I hope you enjoy it!
I'm going to progress slowly but steadily, I don't want things happening TOO fast :)

Let me know what you think??

xoxoxo

Comments

@Night_Owl
Aw! Thank you so much! I'm glad I could! You are very welcome! Keep up the great work!

@xXFluffy_GruXx
Oh wow! Thanks! I was not expecting to log into that! Xxxxxxx (I'm actually a huuuugggeeee fan of your work, so you've literally just made my whole day!)

I'm actually in love with this story! I've never seen anything like it and your writing is amazing!

it's good, keep going.