Bound [Book #1]

They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

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15. Fifteen.

No one spoke. They just watched me, wide-eyed, as I pulled my hand away from Graham. I shook my head frantically. I backed away, and before anyone could stop me, I ran. And I didn't stop until I was out the door.

I couldn't believe what happened. Shock flooded my body. This wasn't possible.

It wasn't real.

Hands on knees, I gasped for air. I was breathing s hard that I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching, until a hand fell on my shoulder. I looked up to see a woman standing beside me.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

I nodded.

No wonder I was so tired from running. I'd run far from the house and into an abandoned playground. I could see that now. I watched the swings groan eerily as the wind pushed them. The noise made me think of the beginning of a horror movie.

“Are you sure?” the woman asked.

I straightened up and looked at her - she had wavy red hair and green eyes. She wore a pair of ripped jeans and a grey shirt that looked like it belonged to a man, because it was big on her thin frame.

“Yes,” I told her. “I'm fine.”

“What interesting eyes you have, dear,” she said, as though I hadn't spoken. “Heterochromia Iridis, isn't it?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“It's rare,” she said. “It suits you.”

“Thank you,” I said awkwardly.

“What is your name?” She smiled and started to walk toward the swings. I followed. As she sat down, grabbed onto the chains, I spoke.

“Vivian,” I said.

“That's beautiful,” she murmured. She extended her hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Vivian. I'm Mira.”

“That's an interesting name,” I said, shaking her hand. “What are you doing here?”

I sat on the swing next to her.

“I was out walking,” she said, “and I saw you running. You looked like you were running from something. Am I right?”

I sighed. “Sort of.” It's complicated.”

“I bet it's not,” she explained. “I think you just need someone to talk to. Someone who isn't in the loop.” Mira put her hand up. “I promise not to judge you.”

I looked at the ground. “I don't know,” I replied thoughtfully.

“Nonsense!” She clapped her hands. “It's much easier to get an outside perspective on things from a stranger.”

“Well, I hurt someone,” I said calmly. “I didn't mean to. It was an accident, but I think he'll be okay.”

Her eyes widened a little. “You physically hurt him?”

I nodded.

“As long as you didn't mean it, I'm sure he can forgive you. I don't see him staying mad for too long, not as someone as lovely as yourself.”

She reached for my hand, and I recoiled.

“I'm sorry,” I said.

Something flashed across her eyes and she shook her head. “It's okay, I get it. You don't like being touched.”

You don't know the half of it, I thought. I could barely touch anyone sometimes without getting a vision. I didn't understand why sometimes I got images, and other times nothing. It didn't make sense.

Mira turned her face toward the sky and let the sun warm her. Watching the birds flew overhead she said to me, “You should go home. See if he'll take you back.”

I wanted to say something, when she suddenly lowered her head, her eyes on me. They were wild, panicked. I stood up.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Mira's face was ashen, her hands trembling on her lap. She said in a low voice, “You have to go. Go now. He's coming. Please!” She gripped my jacket.

I couldn't move. Something had slithered around my body, tightening, paralyzing. Then, in a rush of wind, someone emerged from out of nowhere. I couldn't turn my head to see who they were, but I heard them.

“Good job, Mira,” the voice said. It was male, strong. “You did just as I wanted. Though, I don't understand why you warned her first. We are faster than this child. We could kill her before she could utter a single breath.”

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