Half Moon

  I wake up, panting.

  I am on the couch, my clothes damp with my own sweat.

S is right beside me, sitting on the loveseat, filling out some paperwork with a black quill.

  I cower away, my eyes wide.

  Where was Nightshade?  Was he still unconscious in the doorway?

  Why did S do that to me?

  I try squirming off the couch, but all my muscles are tight.

  He glances at me from the side, dropping his paperwork and quill all over the floor, shooting up as if a firework was set off underneath his chair.

  He steps towards me, but I won't let him come any closer.

  I unseath my dagger, pointing it at his stomach.

  He was so tall it was all I could reach.

  My arm almost gives out, but I keep it up, not letting me show any signs of weakness.

  "Whoa!  Calm down, it's me!" S says, backing away.

  "Where's Nightshade?  What did you do with him?  Why did you knock him out?" I say, my voice determined.

  I will have answers.

I was surprised I held my dagger up that long.

  "What are you talking about?  I never knocked him out.  He went out to eat. He should be back in a few minutes." He replies, keeping away from me.

  I was fine with that.

  I realized that all the words coming from his mouth was the truth.

  I drop my dagger, realizing what I was doing.

  It landed in the floor straight up. 

  I stare at my hands in shock.

  I just threatened my best friend with a blade.

  What was wrong with me?

  I stare at my dagger, standing straight up, embedded into the marble.

  How sharp were my blades?

  I imagined his thick black blood running down the hilt all the way down to the tip.

  I wince, and stopped thinking about it.

  I didn't want to think how bad it could have gotten if I stabbed him.

  I feel his long arms wrapped around me.

  He is kneeling, but I just come up to his neck.

  Silent tears tumble down my cheeks.

  My body starts shaking.

  Guilt creeps up my neck, seeping through my veins.

  I slowly put my arms around his body, my palms shaking wildly.

  I bury my head in his neck, my eyes sqeezed shut.

  "I'm sorry...." I whimper, sqeezing him.

  "It's okay....  I'm here.  I'm here." He whispers back, holding me tighter.

  Guilt and fear eats away at my other emotions.

  What was I about to do so willingly?

  Why didn't I think of the consequences?

  If I did do it, what would I have done?

  A stabbing feeling pierces my side, forcing me to let go and scream.

  He lets go, setting my head on the arm of the couch.

  I clamp my eyes shut, and my brain starts beating in my skull.

  I scream more, clutching my cranium.

Finish it. I know you want to. 

  That voice. Where do I know that voice?!?!

  Get your filthy dagger and stab him in the heart.

  No. I wont. Get out of my head!  I won't hurt him!

  So be it.

  The pounding stops.

  The stabbing feeling stops.

  S looks at me and gasps, his eyes wide.

  He rips the covers off me, lifting me up and running out the door, his legs stretching out fully in front of him.

  The ground beneath me is bobbing up and down very fast, like riding a bucking horse or bull.

  He races to somewhere, many worried glances coming my way.

  He puts his hand behind my head, pulling me closer to his chest, hiding my face.

  I could feel his heart slam against his flesh as he kept running.

  I heard hooves behind me.

  Nightshade.

  S puts me on his back facedown, and then I feel him swing his leg up.

  S flips me on my back, putting me in his arms while hiding my face.

  Nightshade runs, already knowing where to go.

"Come on, boy." S says, using one hand to hold me and the other for balance.

  I put one hand on S and the other on Nightshade, finding whatever comfort I could.

  I could feel his neck stretching and contracting, his hooves pounding the pavement, avoiding everything in his path.

  I could hear his heavy breaths, feel my hair being moved by the wind.

  Nightshade slows to a trot and then stops, and I get picked up again.

  I try and move, but I cant. All I can do is open and close my eyes.

  I see S turn around. We were at the hospital, on the front lawn.

  He pushed the door open with his back, and I saw Nightshade glance at me with his amber eyes.

  He flapped his wings and laid down.

  I smiled at him.  I don't think he noticed, but it was worth it anyway.

  My eyes suddenly got heavy.

  They burned every time I blinked.

  I just shut them, easing the pain.

  I heard a ringing in my ears, and I was placed down on something soft.

  A gurney.

  I felt movement, the speed of wheeling down the hallway making my hair swirl.

  I had a burning pit feeling in my stomach.

  I clench my teeth, going into the fetal position.

  I opened my eyes, and I started coughing.

  I was coughing up gold blood.

  The blood burned into the white fabric of the matress I was lying on.

No........

Nonononono!!!

no.......

This cant be happening..........

  "Anti...."