Stray exert

"No!" I shouted, Rory stopped and fell to his knees. He began to cough violently, so violent he coughed up blood. I reached my hand out but that was all I could do. Rory grabbed at his throat and Bonnie was in front of him crying and prying his hands off his throat.

"Rory! Rory what's wrong?!" She cried tears streaming down. I could only watch in horror as this scene before us unfolded. "Rory!" Bonnie continued to cry. Calling him wasn't going to make him speak, nothing was. So what could I say to ease her pain? But I knew the answer before I thought the question; nothing, I could do nothing but watch. Rory finally stopped and fell, Bonnie caught him before he fell in his own pool of blood.

"I'm... ok." He said between spasms.

What was going on? Why was this happening?! And Felix what about him, he wouldn't tell anyone would he? If he did... I didn't think he would but how would I face him? I couldn't tell him what was going on, he knew and if he for one second was alone with me one of us wouldn't come back. But Felix was the least of my worries, I had to deal with the fact that I was going to tell a total stranger I killed my sister then turn right around and tell Caleb?! Possibly Bonnie her best friend, I would have three people who hated me, how lucky was I?

Rory seemed ok just exhausted. He sat on the floor and wiped the blood off his lips he looked like a small child, eyes round, lower lip trembling and his whole body shook. He kept muttering to himself, something about he'd learned his lesson. I didn't know what to do, I guess I could act like Bonnie but I couldn't do that.

My mind scurried back to happier and safer times. Back to when Vivian was alive, when it was just me and her and no one else. Before I... we... knew that I would kill her! Before any of this crap even started, I could think of happier times but even though I wanted to think of all this I couldn't. My scars... my wounds weren't healed and pouring salt on them would burn and I wasn't ready. I couldn't go back, I wouldn't think about that!

I guess you could say I was a hermit and in a lot of ways I was. But that didn't stop me from wanting to claw at my minds eye, and if I could do so I would! Caleb's arms tightened around me and this time I didn't protest when he brought me into the circle of his arms, instead I welcomed it. Forget the fact that we'd known each other about a week, Vivian had known him a while and for her to keep in touch with him said a lot. But did that mean I had to befriend him as she had? I didn't think these feelings I felt for him were all that friendly. A deep longing a yearning to just be with him, to just be near him! I pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the warmth that raidiated from him.

His skin was silky smooth, his to big hands covered mine in a strange gentleness. How could he know I was hurting? How could he know what kind of pain and turmoil I was wallowing in, all the self-confindece and pride stripped away till I was an empty shell.

I had never told anyone yet, this guy I hardley knew was helping me cope and I had never spoke a word! A sob was caught in my throat and I choked it back, passing it off as a cough. "May I talk to Annabelle alone?" Rory rasped. Caleb looked at me and I nodded, Bonnie was up and waited at the door for Caleb, she'd probably already heard what he was going to say. The door softly closed and Rory turned back to me. "Bell I don't know what to say really. Your secret is a burden to us all..." He said it bluntly. "I would suggest you go see a Seer but I'm afraid the same thing will happen. Vivian once told me that you should go to your parents grave." He said.