Chapter Eight: Super Cali Swagilistic

                                    

                                          
Marcies' POV:
                          
        I woke extremely slowly, to the bitter wind that brushed against my face.  I struggled to open my eyes but they failed me several times.  The room was very quiet,  I could hear the faint rustling of leaves outside,  I could hear my soft breaths, but the rest was quiet.  Once I finally opened my eyes everything was a blur.  I rolled around on the bed slowly and blinked my eyes a few times.  When I could finally make out the shapes infront of me I noticed my wrists once again, yet none of the repulsive blood was apparent.  They were now wrapped tightly with black cloth, almost so tight that it was immobilizing.  It didn't hurt anymore; it felt as if they were almost numb.  I rocked my wrists back and forth in an effort to loosen the cloth just a little.
                          
        I sat up carefully in bed as a soft, thick strap fell from my shoulder and drapped down my arm.  I looked down and noticed my new outfit, a dark gray tanktop that had the words "Super Cali Swagilistic Sexy Hella Dopeness" written in white.  I stared at the words for awhile not noticing the small smile that appeared on my lips.  Alec would be the last person I would expect to wear something like this.  But the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about him, I couldn't see anyone else wearing it.  Before all this shit happened,  I didn't hate Alec.  Yes he always harassed me about dating him, but I never really thought bad of it;  I almost felt bad for him rather.  He didn't have much friends, the friends he did have were the kind that most likely wouldn't stay long, you know the gang banging, punk ass, bad boy wanabee's?  I assumed Alec was one of them,  which is why I never wanted to give him the light of day.  My life sure as hell didn't need any fugitive violence; I was content as I was, shipping myself between school and home. 
                          
        I was a little shocked that he would give me his tanktop anyway, it was much bigger and warmer than my dress so honestly, I was very greatful for it, even though I was still shivering.  I began thinking of the night that Alec held me in his arms and wrapped me up in his warm hoodie.  That Alec was so different from the one that was first apparent, almost as if he was a different person altogether.  I thought about that night for a long while, so long that I began losing track of time.  It was only when I heard the loud groans of the door opening that I snapped out of the trance.  I looked over and watched Alec peak through the door, pause, and then walk in when he saw I was up.  I watched him carefully as he strolled over to me, examining his mood.  He didn't speak until he reached the foot of the bed.
                          
        "Your shivering." he stated.  I broke my gaze to realize that my shivering was  almost as violent as a seizure.  My teeth shattered as I sucked in the cold air that filled the room.
                          
        "Why don't you use your blanket?" he broke the short silence which made me shrug.  "It doesn't work."  I sucked the running snot back into my nose and wiped it with the back of my hand.  Alec walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the blanket over my crossed legs.  "That's cause you aren't using it right." he chuckled while sitting on the bed.  For some odd reason, in this moment I just wanted Alec to hold me.  After all the horrible things hes done for me, all I want is his affection, and it scares me.  I shouldn't want him, not after how he hurt me, but he's the only thing I have.  "Alec...?" I began but wandered off in thought.  "Yeah?"
                          
        "Umm.. remember the other night when you held me?" I asked him searching for an innocent light in his eyes.  "Mhmm." he stared at me confused.  I bit my lip and looked down at the blanket that was now covering my legs, tinkering with the fabric that was now very interesting.  "Uhh.. I was wondering, maybe you could do that again?  Now?"  I felt my cheeks catch on fire and I closed my eyes tight wishing I didn't ask.  My siliva all of a sudden refused to go down and I sat there in silence for what seemed like much too long, until I felt a shift in the matress.  I open my eyes and Alecs body was inching towards me  with a crooked smile on his face.  He grabbed me carefully and placed me on his lap, pulling the covers up to my shoulders and wrapping his arms around me.  I let out a small sigh which felt as if I was holding it forever.
                          
        We sat in silence for awhile;  I was just enjoying his warmth.  I seem to always be cold so this occasional warmth is amazing.  I barry my face in his neck which made him chuckle softly and pull me closer.  I look up as his neck tattoo catches my eye once again.  I smile and run my fingers along the rose petals which makes his hair stand on end.  "God, Marcie!  Your fingers are fucking cold!"  He shouted and pulled away from me, but smiled to assure me it was ok.  He grabbed my hands and cupped them in his and began to breathe his warm breath into them.  I looked up at him as he warmed my hands.  His hair was out of his face today, it was brushed up into a messy, long, faux hawk.  It was different, a good different.  I could see his face, his eyes.  He had a shiny eye brow piercing and a few piercings that traveled down one of his ears.  They most honestly added to his appearence, making him look tough.  
                          
        "Do you have any other tattoos Alec?" I asked in barely a whisper.  "A few." he shifted his body a little which caused me to slump weakly in his arms.  "Can I see?" my question made him laugh to himself, one of those laughs with a hearty sigh at the end.  "Ehh, maybe some day, Marcie."  I didn't ask why I couldn't see them now.  Instead I laid there silently not realizing my changing state of conciousness.  I fell into a long slumber as Alec haboured my still body.