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  Languish

  for

  you

  Serafina Daniel

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  Copyright © 2012 Serafina Daniel

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  For the person who is still hiding from me.

  You can show up now.

  About the author

  Serafina Daniel is a pen name which belongs to a person who likes reading, writing, chatting, learning new things and so on. She lives in Lithuania, Europe. It is a small country, having its own history and atmosphere. Exactly those things let her create her stories.

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  Chapter one

  Something strange was happening around me and I didn't like it. I opened me eyes only to meet the darkness and a strange smell. Something similar to wet ground, grass... and also I was cold. I touched my skin, feeling how rough it was.

  Where was I? Why was I here? What happened? Many questions were in my head, asking me to find the answers. But there wasn't anyone, who could tell me what was happening.

  I fear was rising in me, like the air balloon filled with hot air. I tried not to panic, but it was hard thing for me not to do, because I soon touched wet wood, some fabric and then...something was moving on me like... snakes and many insects. I let out a loud scream and tried to remove away whatever was on me. But even if it wasn't on my body, it was near to it. I was in a small box without possibility to escape.

  I clenched my hands into fists and started hitting the box, asking for help. I had never been so scared in my life. I wanted to nestle in my mother's arms, like I used to do when I was a little child. I needed someone.

  “Please! Help me!” I cried. Tears kissed my cheeks while my body shivered from fear and coldness. “Please!”

  And then something hard hit the box.

  “Calm down,” I heard a man's voice. “Everything will be fine, little one.”

  I didn't recognize that voice, but I believed him. Everything will be okay. I wasn't alone anymore. Someone was near this box and will let me out. But how did I end in this box in the first place?

  I tried to remember what I was doing before I opened my eyes here. I was in the hospital after I had lost my consciousness in the school. I felt then like someone had ripped my heart straight from my chest without any mercy. It hurt so much that I only wanted to die at that moment.

  But when I opened my eyes, everything was okay. I didn't felt pain in my chest and when I told my doctor about it, she gave me a suspicious look. She didn't believe me and explained that I lost my consciousness only because I hadn't eaten enough food. But before she could even end her explanation, I knew that it wasn't because I didn't put more vegetables, fruits or bread in my mouth. It was because... I didn't know that reason, but I was sure that she was wrong.

  And what was next? A few days later, I left the hospital. And after some extra two days, I came back to it, but this time I could see, feel, hear everything. I was in pain because someone dared to drive his stupid car straight into me.

  “She won't survive,” I heard one woman saying then. She was standing next to me, preparing something. But I didn't see what she had in her hands or if there was another person with her, because soon someone pulled me into the black tunnel. The blackness kissed me, hugged me and imprisoned me.

  No, I said in my mind. I can't be...dead?

  My arms hugged me. I started gasping for air. I was having hysterics. I had never had one, but right now it really was time to try everything.

  “Help!” I heard my tiny voice saying one word again. My tears bit my cheeks like needles, but I couldn't force my fingers to remove them.

  “Everything will be fine, little one,” the man said again and hit the box's top with something. I heard how the wood cracked reluctantly and saw some dirt coming inside with some light.

  I closed my eyes, wanting, needing that all this would be some kind of nightmare. I couldn't be in a coffin. I couldn't be dead. No. It was impossible. I had dreams, plans for my future. No. It was just a bad dream. I will pinch myself and leave this nightmare. I will open my eyes and see my room's ceiling with many little yellow stars on it.

  Another hit. Another wood cry and more light, but not the sun's. It was from a torch. Was it night?

  I took a deep breath, calming myself in my mind. It was just a dream, I repeated those words over and over until I could breathe again. Then, I quickly touched my arm's skin. I felt pain. It was real.

  “Everything is okay,” the man said and soon I could see his face in front of me. The torch's light let me see his bright blue eyes which suddenly reminded me of the see, the sky. Also, he seemed to have light hair, almost like my brother. His face looked nice to stare. I could guess that he was four or five years older than me.

  “Hello, sweetheart. Welcome back to life,” he said and extended his hand in order to help me to stand up on my feet. But I didn't hurry to move. I didn't know what was happening around me.

  I quickly lifted my head up and took a sitting person's position. Without missing a heart beat, I looked around. Yea, I really was in the coffin. It was black one or maybe dark brown... I couldn't say what color exactly it was. The snakes appeared to be warms. I hated warms. I shivered. My body crouched.

  The guy noticed my reaction, but he got everything wrong. I wasn't afraid of him. I was just lost, scared. I didn't know what was happening.

  “Don't be afraid. Everything is okay. I won't let anything bad to happen to you,” he promised me in calm tone. His face seemed sincere and I wanted to believe him.

  I nodded and took his hand. He smiled and helped me to hold my balance on my coffin. Soon I found myself in his embrace. His strong arms were cuddling me. For some reason I felt better, safer. I put my head on his chest. I felt his heartbeats. They were rhythmical...one...two...three... My muscles relaxed and my own heart tried to copy his heart's rhythm. His heartbeats were like a lullaby which I wanted to listen forever.

  “Vanessa,” he whispered in my hair. It wasn't my name. No. My name sounder differently, but I was too exhausted to inform him that he had used the wrong name. So, I just lifted me eyes to meet his warm stare, ”we need to get out of here. I know it is much for you to take, but I need you to be strong. Do you understand?”

  I slowly nodded. One way or another I will still need to get out of this hole with the opened coffin. So, why not now?

  He smiled and kissed my head again. It felt so good for some reason.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  It was strange how I managed to blush in this situation. I would have never thought that some simple words could force my body to act like this. Luckily that it was dark and he couldn't see how my face suddenly turned red
like tomato.

  He lifted me up that I could get out from this hole, but it was hard for my cold fingers to find a thing on which I could hold. Everything was slippery, cold and wet and I was so tired.

  “Avery!” the guy shouted a girl's name. And before I could turn my eyes at him, someone grabbed my hands and lifted me up, out from the hole and out from that guy's warm embrace. I felt abandon and vulnerable when his warmness left me. I even found myself wanting to jump back to that hole that I could be longer with him.

  I shook my head. I was so confused that I couldn't even think straight.

  “Here you go,” the woman's voice said in a cheerful voice. I looked at her; tall and muscular. She was wearing black and slinky clothes, which only highlighted her figure. I lifted my eyes a bit higher, to see her grey eyes and some laugh lines, proving that she was warm and friendly person which you could trust. And that was why I instantly placed confidence in her.

  “Thank you,” I said in a small voice. My arms hugged my body.

  The woman tried to keep her smile on her face and not to show her sympathetic, thinking that maybe she would let me feel more vulnerable and sad that I already was. But even if her mask hid her true feelings deep in her mind, I still noticed sadness in her eyes.

  “Everything will be fine, Vanessa. You are safe. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

  She had also said the wrong name. No, my name is... I tried to remember, but I hit the wall. I couldn't remember it, but I was sure that I wasn't Vanessa.

  I squeezed my lips tightly and tried to take one step back, but my leg touched something hard and I almost kissed the dirt. I gasped and turned around to see a huge grey gravestone in front of me. On it I saw my true name, Trinity, dates and a sentence, which stole my breath.

  Rest in peace, lovely daughter.

  Another hysteria’s attack decided to visit my body. The woman noticed that like and the man, who was out from the hole. He quickly took some steps to me and took me back into his hug. It helped a little.

  “Everything is fine, Vanessa,” they all were repeating the same thing. Everything wasn't okay. I was in the coffin, in the graveyard and they were calling me Vanessa, although I was Trinity. And plus, it was night. What else? Yea, I was buried in the ground. Warms and insects were crawling on my body.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Yes,” he said in serious tone.

  “Christopher, she is freaking out. Maybe you should take her out from here. I will finish,” the woman said. He glanced at her and nodded. He had the same opinion. Yea, me too, I said sarcastically in my mind.

  I was expecting that he will push me forward, but instead of that, he took me into his arms like I was weighting only two kilograms. But I was sure that I was heavier than that.

  “Relax,” he said to me when I tried to squirm in his hands. It was surprising how his voice forced my body to forget stress and what was happening around me. I knew that I should do everything in order to understand the situation. But instead of that, I put my head gently on his chest and started listening again to his heartbeats which were slow and rhythmical. I closed me eyes.

  I had to admit, no one had carried me before...at least I didn't remember that anyone had done that. And I asked myself why. It was so good to be so close to someone. Why had I avoided boys?

  I laugh in my mind, remembering how I put all my effort to stay away from every guy. Of course, except my brother. With him I spent most of my time. And even thoughts that one day I will get married, have babies...it scared the hell of me, because it meant that I will be with a guy. Yea, for some reason they had that scary effect on me. But right now in that guy's arms...I felt like this was my place which I had to never leave if I wanted to be happy.

  “You are strong, Vanessa,” he whispered into my ear. I felt his warm breath against my skin, forcing me to forget everything in this world and feel strange vibes. My heart in my chest started to reach a record of how many times it could pound in my chest per second.

  I dared to open my eyes and look at his face. In the darkness I couldn't see much, but what I saw, was enough for me to feel warmer inside.

  “We will be at home soon. There we will explain you everything,” he promised.

  “Okay,” I said silently.

  I didn't have courage to say anything more, and he himself didn't know what else he could tell me without letting me be more scared. So, he carried me in silence, although we weren't in the world without noises. Tall and old trees were slowly moving in ever side when the wind decided to hit them. Those creaking noises in the night, in which I couldn't notice any stars or the white pancake hanging in the sky, created uncanny and horrific atmosphere. And also we should add that we were in the graveyard, in the most terrifying place for a living being.

  I had never liked graveyards, but I liked to write about them and how my characters did magnificent things in them. Yea, I was a writer. I had a dream to become one of the most famous writers one day. I believed that I had an imagination which could change this world. It was silly to thing like that, but still. If you have a dream, make it big, because in hard days it could be the only motivation for you to move forward.

  Suddenly somewhere a crow cawed. I stirred in that guy's arms. He grinned.

  “Hush, little one. It is only a crow. It won't hurt you.”

  If I hadn't been so damn dread, I would have said something to him about calling me little one. I wasn't a little one. Also, I wasn't Vanessa. My name was Trinity and I wasn't a small child which needed to wear diapers.

  After another few minutes, we stood up next to a black car. He put me on my feet and hurried to open the car door for me before my gelatinous legs would let my body touch the ground. He moved so calmly and easily, like breaking into the graveyard at night was an usual thing for him. Maybe it was.

  I hugged myself and sat inside the car. He closed the door and took a driver's seat. I noticed that he was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I could be sure that he saw a frightened girl.

  And when our eyes met, I lowered my head down to see my hands on my legs. My arms were filthy, wet and cold. But not that stole my attention. My hands were also lying on the grey fabric which had been white once. I quickly checked myself only to see a white dress on my body. In some places I could see holes.

  “Don't think. Just relax,” I immediately lifted my eyes up when his voice touched my ears. I liked his voice. It somehow comforted me and let me forget everything.

  I nodded.

  “Please, be patience,” he asked me.

  I nodded again, because really, what could I have said.

  Chapter two

  That woman came back after some minutes. She seemed exhausted and dreaming only about a warm bed. At least I was dreaming about it.

  “Done?” he asked her.

  She nodded quickly and glanced at me. I pretended to be asleep, although I wasn't. I didn't know why I decided to act, but for that second it seemed the best thing for me to do. In my stories people found out the truth only when they pretended to be stupid or asleep. I knew that this wasn't one of my stories in which could happen only what I wanted. This was the reality which I didn't understand fully right now.

  “Awakening exhausted her,” the guy said, letting the engine cry. The car shot forward.

  “Poor little thing,” the woman said in a whisper. “I don't even want to imagine what she is feeling right now. “

  “You don't need to do that,” the guy smirked, turning the wheel to the right. “After all, this isn't your first case when someone was brought back to life.”

  The woman sighed.

  “But none of them had her destiny, Christopher,” I heard complain in her voice. She wasn't pleasant with something what was related with my destiny.

  “She will understand.”

  “But it doesn't mean she will obey. In her place, I would just... die again in order to avoid pain.”

  He didn't reply. I was wondered why. I risked and opened
my eyes. He was staring to the road in which I couldn't see any other car. We were the only people in this darkness, floating in it like ships on the water's surface.

  “You know that we need to find out why it had happened,” he said after a long pause. The woman nodded and I quickly closed my eyes. I didn't want to meet his or her eyes and kill their conversation. They thought I was sleeping. So be it.

  “Yes, the star had to put her into a new body. Not to leave her in her old one,” irritation. That was what I heard in his voice.

  “Yea, that seems really strange,” the woman agreed and made herself more comfortable in the seat.

  “How do you think, does she remembers what has happened to her?” and now I heard curiosity in his voice.

  “My previous souls didn't,” she said simply. “At least, not all of their life. Yes, they had recollections about one or another thing, but that was all; no faces, no names. I wonder too if she remembers anything.”

  Both of them decided to close their mouths now and just let the silence surround us, although it could never win. The car engine was purring like a cat. But not that finally defeat me. It was that gentle and calming swinging. That was the enemy which was waiting for the right minute to strike. And when he got it, he used it.

  I was dreaming. This time it really was a dream, because when I pinched myself, I couldn't feel pain. So, it wasn't the reality. It was just some kind of product of my imagination. But was it? Maybe it was a memory which was hiding deep in my head, waiting for the right minute to be remembered.

  The darkness was surrounding, hugging me like a mother her child. But I knew that this darkness and the peace, which I found in it, could never be my friend or anything good. But still, it was the only thing which I had... most of the times. Sometimes this friend released me and I could...see the light. I should have been happy, but the things which this light decided to show me, wasn't pleasant.