Aurora's POV.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" He asked, as he pulled the knife out of his chest and smirked in such a cruel way that the goosebumps around my neck stood up.

He's the one!

My mind kept on shouting the words in warning and it took me too much of an effort to keep my knees steady.

He's the one.

Blood stained on the white buttoned up shirt he was wearing, around his heart where I stabbed. It kept on spreading like water on the floor, yet he did not flinch in pain. Not even once.

If it wasn't for his smirk, I'd say he was handsome in a whole different level.

He was taller, way too taller than my
5 feet and 3.75 inches height. Never forget that 0.75! I only came a little above his chest. Maybe 6"3' or 6"4'.

He didn't have way too broad shoulders but he could engulf me if I were to hug him.

Wait! Why am I thinking of hugging him?

My eyes traveled up to his face and I gasped.

He had the most beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes. Eyes which reminded me of the deepest depths of water.

But it was his cheeks that had me gasping.

On both the sides of his cheeks, he had hideous scars traveling from the jawline to his neck. Two scars on both the sides of equal length and thickness.

How is that possible? How is he even alive?

"Is that even a question? Of course it is supposed to hurt. Who are you?" I babbled up to find my voice which was stuck in my throat.

He was the most beautifully tainted man I had ever seen.

But he's the one.

"Who are you?" I asked him again as he seemed to be lost staring into my eyes.

"Angel to some. Demon to others." He said, still not straying his gaze from mine for even a second.

His hand came up and grazed my cheek in most slightest feathery touch, as if he was checking I'm real.

As if I'll break even if a little pressure is applied.

His touch created a warm fuzzy feeling in my empty heart. My cheek, which was freezing now seemed to be buzzing with electricity.

Did he feel the sparks too?

He's the one!

I flinched back from his touch when my mind shouted those words to me.

He snapped back from whatever trance he was in, "Who are you?" He asked.

"A human! Normal human!" I said and he smiled at my answer.

"You should probably take a look at that before you bleed out." I said, pointing at his blood soaked chest.

"If only dying was that easy." he mumbled.

And while he heals it, I'll make my escape from here.

"Thank you so much for such a warm welcome. I was totally expecting it since I saved your dying ass." He said sarcastically and I scoffed.

"You're not getting any 'thank you' from me. You had no right to save me. I wanted to die and end this pain but you! You stopped me from gaining peace!" I yelled at him.

His eyes sparked with anger as he clutched my shoulders, "And what happened that you're throwing your life away? It must one of the petty human reasons. Tell me, did your boyfriend break up with you? Or did your dad yelled at you? Or you have no friends that's why you want to die? Stupid human! Suicide is not an answer. It is never a good enough answer for anything!" He shouted as his eyes burned with rage and his nails bit my shoulders.

I pushed him away with as much force as possible but we both knew it was only because he allowed me to push him away.

"You have no idea of what I've been through. Don't you dare try to talk me out of this. I'm dead! I died way before my body will. I was just speeding up the process. Who are you to intervene? An angel?" I shouted at him as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"You've already destroyed my 13 years long schedule. Do me a favor and go to your room." He said as he pinched his bridge of nose with his fore finger and thumb.

"Well, I didn't ask you to save me and no, I'm leaving!" I said as I turned around towards the door.

Before I could take even a single step, I was hoisted up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Let me go!" I screeched at him and punched his back.

"Not until you give up on your thoughts of dying, till then you're my prisoner." He said as he deposited me on the bed.

"You've no right--"

"Yes I do! I have every fucking right to stop you from dying as I do on every other creature on this fucking planet! And if you try to escape then I'll tie you down on this bed if I have to but I'll not let you die! Understood?" He yelled down at me and I stared at him.

"Why do you even care?" I whispered at him as a tear fell from my eye.

"It's an answer we both seek." He said quietly as wiped my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"I'll send up the clothes." He said as he closed the door behind him and I sighed.

I knew he changed me from my soaked clothes.

I knew he would probably have seen my naked body.

But do I care?

No.

After what I've been through, I don't give a fuck about anything.

I went into the bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror.

Cold.

That's what I feel. I'm so cold, even my lips had bluish tinge on them.

So cold.

But on inside, I was empty.

It felt like I was already dead.

Why? Why did this happen with me?

Why me?

Those thoughts were enough to bring out the tears that I tried to bottle up inside.

One drop, two drops and then they didn't stop.

I came out of the bathroom and slide down along the door as the empty room soaked my cries.

Now, my soul was a toy. A sex toy.

I feel nothing yet every damn thing as  every torturous moment hit me like a sword stabbing me in the heart.

I shattered when they all took their turns.

I shattered, not once but a thousand times. And then I died way before than my body will.

My skin burned in every place they touched. Too much ice can also burn, I realized.

Ryan! I miss you so much.

I cried harder as I pulled onto my hair to stop the record player in my mind.

Why does those moments keep on repeating?

Someone please stop it!

Please make it stop. It hurts!

How ironic it is, my own mind trying to kill me when my body couldn't succeed.

How many more times do I've die before I'm finally granted death?
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Yo guys!

How was it?

It kills me while writing Aurora's pain.

Until then hugs and see ya.