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Fractured Heart
Krystal DeMarr

(My heart is fractured, and everything that is left is slowly slipping away...) A voice in a low soft tone, replies to me in my head; the darkest room and darkest place in this world of tragedies.
(Then join your heart with mine...I’ll keep it safe, I’ll make it anew.) This voice made me jerk in my thoughts. I don’t know how it got into my head...it confused me so.
(Ok, I’ll join your heart...will it hurt?) The voice lightly chuckles' and sounds just as sweet, and soft as silk.
(No it will make you whole and give you purpose, and one day I’ll come for you. To claim you mine and mend your heart forever, I will be here when you desperately need me) I somehow smile in my subconscious and let out a little giggle, and then I fall asleep.

Several years later.

I still hear the voice time to time, it asks me how I am, sometimes there is a black figure, an outline of a man, and sometimes he is wrapped around me like a snake, telling me that he will always be with me and a part of me. Sometimes it’s the black figure holding me, bringing me into his arms and caressing his hand gently across my cheek. He always tells me how I shouldn’t be so sad, and that when the time comes he’ll protect me, but I just can’t seem to trust the voice in my head, because well, it’s in my head, how do I know that this voice has a true figure? Is a real person who is completely lost and sad like me? I don’t so; I just listen to it and see what could possibly happen. Till now...I’m lost and scared, there are strange men following me home from college...I don’t know what to do.
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“hey there hot stuff” one of them says and I just keep walking, picking up my pace, hoping that they will lose interest in a chase. “Come on baby, don’t you wanna talk to us? We just wanna walk with you” the other one says, but they all seem to laughing now, and I realize that their intentions are not of innocence or pure; so now; I have busted out into a sprint, I’m running now, not looking back fumbling my car keys in my hands, and I tripped.
I’m tumbling down the north side of the campuses gully. Its steep, it’s where we all go when it snows, but now I’m falling.
I make it to the bottom. My arms are all cut up and bleeding, I think I may have done something to my ankle, but now the boys are at the top of the gully laughing as they slide down. I’m crying now, sobbing quietly and in my head I’m screaming (Help me! You said when I needed you, you would come!! Where are you!?) In addition, the voice is gone; I feel hands all over me. My jacket is being ripped off and I keep sobbing, harder and harder then, the hands are gone and I hear the boys scream in pain. I’m confused; lost, I open my eyes and I see this tall man, huffing and then he looks at me; I try to crawl away, but he picks me up and just looks at my battered face, trying to gently wipe the mud and blood off, along with my long tangled, matted mess of a hair. I can’t do anything, I’m still petrified and he just gently smile’s and take’s my keys and myself up off the ground, and to my car. He laid me in the front seat and the battered boys, tied or they looked like it threw my eyes that are heavy and puffy, all in my back seat; I lost consciousness and I asked the voice in my head (was it you) then I was out completely.


I awoke and the sun is bright, I’m in a weird room--it’s the hospital, and the boy is right next to my bed, he is just staring at me and then he stood up and gently traced my face.
“Yes it was me; you asked that last night didn’t you?” His voice was soft and sweet just as it was in my head.
“You’re not real...you are in my head, I must be really messed up...” His eyes widened and he held my head in his chest, and I heard a heartbeat; he was real and then he told me.
“the night you told me that your heart was fractured and it was slowly fading, I told you that you could join with mine, I told you that I would come for you one day, that I would come when you needed me most, I’m here, right here, I’m your protector. I love you” and now, I’m in shock, awe, stunned. My eyes are involuntarily watering; tears just silently roll down my cheeks and are soaked into his t-shirt.
“You are him. I....” I can’t even talk as he pulls the chair up to as close to my bed as possible, he holds my hand and he closes his eyes”
His voice is in my head again (Sleep, you need rest, you’re in no condition to walk or move. Your knee was popped out of place; you shattered your right tibia, and ankle. Just rest, I won’t leave) I tell him out loud, so he can hear my voice “you better not leave, I apparently will need you for an awhile” he chuckles in thought. (You will always need me.) I laughed out loud, instead of my head and he squeezed my hand and chuckled too.
I slept, and slept, for almost three days now, and he has just sat next to me, he would feed me my hospital food, which is better than some days.
It’s been a week at the hospital and he is packing my things getting ready to take me home; using crutches is so hard, I’m not coordinated enough for this, but he catches me every time. I look at him and he kinda looks irritated when I try not to fall, I can see that just he wants to pick me up and carry me, but if I do that they won’t let me go home, so he bares with me, just being there helping me when I almost go tipping, it’s a wonderful thing. He takes me to my car and puts me in the passenger seat again, somehow my car is completely clean and no trace of that night in it, he looks at me and put’s my seat belt on me, and I doze off again because I’m still full of medicine, and moving took so much energy.
By the time I awoke I was in my bed, in my pajamas and he was by my side with food and a drink just waiting for me to stir awake. His bright piercing Blue eyes are just staring over my body, as if he is waiting for me to do something, so, I sit up and smile slightly and take a deep breath
“Why have you been in my head since I was little? I don’t even know your name” I say bluntly and I can now see his grin as he stares at me.
“Well I am tied to you, you made a pack with me, I am your guardian, I am your perfect significant other, and I will not rush you to accept this or to feel this strongly about me as I do you, as in for my name; you haven’t named me. I am whoever you want.” I’m stunned, idk what to do or say; or even what to believe. So I just stare at him and spit out a name. “Emile, ‘e-meal’ is that why you’re taking care of me? Because you are, bound to me? Then where were you before?” He looks at me and just seems to have a blank face “I don’t remember, all I remember is it being dark and me hearing your voice, it was so sweet, and delicate, just like it is now. And I heard many voices before yours; but I choose you because I fell in love with you, even as a small Gervian. I knew you were who I was made for.” It all hit me now. He was like a guardian angel or a special thing made for me, but where did that leave me? How was I supposed to feel? And now he is holding me “I’m glad you’re ok, because without you, I die, I can’t live without you, I can save you, but only within the first 5 minutes of death, and only if I can find your body and soul before your soul gets to the gate...” He looks so sad now, like his heart aches, and I can feel mine ache too, that our hearts really are one, but all that death stuff...was a little out there for me to understand yet I suppose.

“Emile, I’ll be ok, I always am, you of all people know I’m accident proned” and he stops me “And every time you got hurt it made my heart ache and made me worry. And those boy...What they wanted to do to you...I couldn’t let them take you, I couldn’t let them desecrate you...I couldn’t bear to let any man touch you that way...” he starts to tear up, and they are glowing, sparkling, it’s very dazzling, then he wipes it and places them on my cuts and abrasions on my face and they were gone. “I Love you, I really do, I will never leave you or betray you” and now he turns from me and goes to the food tray by my bed and he picks up a bowl blows on it, it smelled like soup; my soup to cool it, it’s chicken noodle my favorite I can tell by the smelly. All I can do is, stare at him I cannot stop. He is so captivating and he feeds me, and helps me bathe with his eyes closed as my wishes, he clothed me. He was a wonderful help. And I began to heal very well, because he kept me safe and looked out for me. Now I’m only limping slightly and he doesn’t have to help me as much, even if he insists. He only makes my favorites and feeds me every day three times or more, he says it depends on how much of my other meals I eat if I eat more. He walks with me, he holds me, and he even somehow got me to take medicine now that I'm sick.

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“You don’t have to baby me Emile, I won’t die from the flu, aren’t you over-reacting just a little?” I question him as he has me laid across his lap, with tissues, Nightquil, Vapor rub, and has me covered in blankets with a damp wash towel on my forehead, but he just smiles and strokes my hair. “No, this is how you care for the flu and for someone who is sick, now be a good sick little girl and take your medicine and let me care for you” his voice is so gentle and sweet, it’s entrancing and I do as I'm told because I haven’t had someone care for me or about me this much since my mom, wait....mom...--my mom!! She doesn’t know that I got hurt, or that I have a boy taking care of me! Or a Gervian... whatever that is! But I'm still out of energy, the accident plus this flu; it’s really kicking my a**, it’s not my best plan huh?
So I take the nastiest medicine in the whole world and I tilt my head up and look at him, “Have you called my mother and informed her about how I am and my college professors?
He looks at me like I'm dumb and he politely puts my face down and cuddles my face in his arms against his hot chest; he is always so warm, I guess because I'm always cold.
“Of course I did...your mom loves me and your professors send their apologizes and want you to get well” my mother loves him...? “My mother loves you? What did you tell her!?” I am now worried and he shows me the text he sent her
“Hello my name is Emile, I’m your daughter’s savior and Guardian, and I love her more than anything. She is safe, I protected her and I am taking care of her now, and don’t worry when she is well I will bring her by to see you. Thank you for creating your daughter and reading this text message thing” and I am in awe, a little mad, but I'm glad that he cared, but I'm more mortified to see what he sent my professors, I guess I’ll look at those e-mails later. I crawl out of his lap and lay next to him on my soft bed and curl up with my stuffed animals, and my five blankets and he turns and cradles me in his arms.
“Do you like holding me Emile?” I ask and he just holds me tighter. “This way I know that you are safe and no one can harm you” he sounds serious and he places his head on the nook between my shoulder and neck, I stroke his cheek gently and he kinda purrs? I'm not sure what the noise is but that’s the best way to describe it. “Ok, if it sets you at ease” and he nuzzles me gently as I fall asleep.

I awake and stretch to see him curled up into a ball asleep and happy, so I carefully swing my legs over the bed with my heavy cast. I swear it weights like 30 pounds, so I limp as slowly and carefully as possibly to the bathroom so I don’t wake emile, but half way to the bathroom I feel his arm gripped on mine.
“Where are you going?” his voice is stern and he looks a little angry, but I look at him and wiggle.
“I have to peeeeeee so let me go! I really have to go!” I can barely hold it and he laughs, like a bellow and lets me go and I hop fast to the bathroom and go. When I was done he had sweat pants, panties, bra, and a t-shirt laid out for me and he was nowhere to be seen, so I struggled trying to take my other lower half clothes off over my cast, but I fell over and hurt myself and he was right there, red in the face and put out his hand with his head turned the other way. I took his hand and got back up. He helped me with my panties and sweat pants on. He was a complete gentlemen, never looking at me when I was exposed, I put my bra and t-shirt on myself and then he opened his eyes and held me.
“Stop getting hurt please? You are gonna give me a heart attack…”

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He is wrapped around me now, and he seems the most happiest this way so I leave him that way as I type away on my laptop, doing my homework, because emile went and got my it from my professors.
He is all curled up behind me like a little cat, with one arm around my waist as the rest of his body is curled around me. By this time I am done with all my homework/class work, which is more or less all homework. I get to go back to college next week if I ever sit still and stop messing with my leg...YEAH RIGHT! This cast is so itchy!? But I'm now feeling restless and slightly tired, so I carefully lay down trying not to wake him but before I even get my body half way down he is up and over top of me easing me down.
I’m red in the face now; his lips and face grazing mine as he stares into my eyes. I lose my breath idk what to do. And he puts me down finally after a moment that felt like forever. And he covers me up and kisses me. It feels like I can’t breathe, and he changes slightly, like he becomes a bit brighter and more full of life. And he let it go and holds me, stroking my hair, it puts me to sleep.
I am startled away by crashing in my kitchen, I reach under my bed and get a bat, and I realize that Emile isn’t here, he’s not next to me, so I hobble to my doorway, with the bat grasped tightly in my little hands and I make it to the kitchen and see something strange next to Emile pinning him down...does it have a tail? And why is it wagging?! I slowing get into the kitchen--I bashed whatever it is over the head and it fell then dissipated in a tinted rose color and Emile seemed to be scared and then he held me and picked me up bridal style. “Emile, what on earth was on top of you? Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” my thoughts are racing, and I'm actually worried about him, is that, what being a part of someone does? He stares at me then his lips pierce a horrible sound, like a screech, and his chest starts sizzling. My breaths become short and my heart starts hurting, and realized...the thing on his chest was trying to tamper with his heart; my heart, both of our chests are bleeding... I guess I didn’t realize when I was too busy trying to make sure he was safe. So I kiss his chest, because if he can heal me, maybe I can heal him... and a light glows from the gushing wound and now his chest is no longer bleeding, the wound now is just a big scar. As does mine, we both bare identical.
“I'm sorry Arari, I'm so sorry. You aren’t supposed to be the one to save me. And now you’re scared across your beautiful body, I will never forgive her or myself.” Then my mind pauses, “her”. “Who is her Emile? Is that, who you are suppose to be with?” his face looks angry and he kinda snarled at me, or maybe the thought of her. “In a way, Gervian’s, have a choice at birth. To marry another Gervian or to bond hearts with a human... I picked you over her, and she thinks that we didn’t bind our hearts. So she tried to force mine to bind to hers’, and it can’t, it would kill me and you would always be in constant pain. Just as if another man should kiss you over your heart...it would Cease to beat anymore and you would grow cold, and turn to stone till I would be able to find you and prove my love for you and only you, by carving your name over my heart.”
My mind is racing; I could have lost my best friend, apparently the one who is just for me. So I hold him, and suddenly I feel something rip me from him, his arms and she is on top of me with her fangs snarling and growling on top of me.
I try to move and I can’t, I don’t even have the power to scream and Emile is pinned to the floor by the girls tail pressed against my heart.
“You stole him from me, give him back” she hisses and presses the barbed tail against my chest, I can feel it cut threw each layer of my chest and Emile is up...he grabs her by the neck and slams her chest first against the wall.
“Don’t you ever touch her again! Nothing in this world gives you that right. Do not touch my fiancé!” He now has a tail to; his is like a double spade, red and a deeper charcoal like red. His is piercing threw her tail and she is screaming hysterically and then she stops.
“Your fiancé? Oh well pardon me, I'm soooo sorry for touching the little rat, she will never make you as happy as I can.” Her voice is soft like silk just like Emile’s but also stern and cold like ice, and what if she is right? Now my heart even hurts worse, and I can tell that Emile feels it too, but they are made to be perfect for whomever they choose to be with. And if I'm his special someone and he is stuck with me...I'm not perfect. That’s a horrible thought, but I hear Emile in my head (you are absolutely perfect for me in every way, even by the way you breath and the rhythm of your heartbeat, I will always love you) I’m, smiling now and I get up, holding my chest, I limp to Emile and I grab her smug face, hard; so my long nails dig into her cheeks and I kiss Emile as hard as I can. And all I hear is another shriek of sadness and he throws her across the room and brings me in for a warm and quick embracement. And I'm enjoying it, all of it, and then I realize we are having a-- intimate moment, that we are kissing passionately, I'm going limp: my legs have given in and buckled. His hands are holding my face; stroking my cheeks; entangled in my hair. And I stop to look and she is beating on what should be me but a bubble or something is stopping her, and she vanishes into the rose tinted smoke again and I close my eyes again and realize how wonderful this kiss feels, how perfect it is.
He lets our kiss break so softly, and then plants a little kiss on my lips again, still holding me; his hands still tangled in my silvery blonde hair. I'm still straining to get my breath and my mind together, but then I summon a little voice I guess in a high pitched little squeak. “I’m hungry...and my chest is full of cuts and scars now...fix it.” I give him a childish pouty/demanding face and he pats my head and lifts my shirt up, showing my purple lace bra, he licks my blood and, her venom away and places a Band-Aid where her barbed tail had been. I'm red now, to have him so close to my bare skin, to have his warm soft tongue graze against it.
“It was to get the poison out; I couldn't and can’t live without you my Arari.” I can’t help but smile and I hold his hand; limping next to him as he picks the kitchen up and he cooks us hamburgers, well he gets it out and smoosh’s the patties for me as I season and cook them. He is standing behind me; his arms are wrapped securely around my waist, as his head is gently resting on my shoulder, he smiles every time I waft the smell to him, as if approving that they smell delicious. I place them on plates, and he grabs them in one hand and picks me up with the other and sets me on the couch, I guess I'm glad I grabbed the ketchup before I ended up here; he sits next to me and I put some on his plate and mine and we both dug in.

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His face lit up and he seemed to enjoy it very much, he even ate what was left of mine.
I now know that this is what my life is gonna be like from now on...it wasn’t so bad. And I do love him. And I always will, I realize this now.