Desired A dangerous attraction

- POV MEGAN

The sound of the rain is a torment against the fogged glass window. Every breath I take makes the outside less clear.

I can't see what's outside clearly, through no fault of my own. The air coming out of my lungs fogs up the transparent glass.

This is what my life looks like.

I can't see a future.

I've messed everything up and now nothing seems right. I can't see any hope in my destiny, just that blurred vision of something I don't even know if I can handle.

One step at a time. That's what I've agreed with myself, but it doesn't always work.

The room is cold and clear, but I like the smell of chlorine. The floor is so shiny that I can see my reflection through it.

My dirty clothes from my failed escape attempt make me more nervous than I should be.

They've found me. 

I have to get away as soon as possible.

It's been years of hiding in the shadows, walking in places a young girl shouldn't walk.

I've learned to fend for myself so as not to go hungry, cold, or suffer at the hands of the cruel people who live by night.

I made my way. I got a job, not very well paid, but it paid the bills and a roof over my head so that I could live without having to hide on the sidewalks.

And that was my mistake.

I shouldn't have settled down. I should have stuck to my original plan and moved to another city, wiping out my traces without looking back.

I let my guard down because I was tired.

Now I'm stuck in a room waiting for my companions to arrive, to finish off what's left of me.

I turn away from the window, huffing with frustration, and sit down in the chair opposite the door.

At any moment they could walk through that white door.

I try to ignore the throbbing pain under my body. That gifted man was huge and threw himself at me without any mercy. He must be a good few meters tall, no doubt about it.

Perhaps he showed more hatred than I expected to receive.

I wonder if my companions feel the same way about me.

I hope they do. I want them to hate me as much as I need to hate them.

I settle into the uncomfortable chair, trying to reduce the pain in my spine. On the table is the file I haven't dared to open.

The file that shows the five people who will be responsible for my fate.

The five people who must hate me the most.

This is not common in our society. Predestined companions are like soul mates. Somehow, nature crosses the gifted so that our powers remain in constant evolution.

When we are old enough, we are registered in a database and the system shows us our mates. The bond is so strong that it brings us a certain honor to belong to someone.

In our society, we value power.

Being linked means more power.

We weren't born to be alone but to share our life and gift with one or more other people.

My case was extremely rare.