Music playing in the background, at Shae's request: My Heart Will Go On
Ink: Hi Shae. Thank you for joining me today here on my blog, Ink in the Book.
Can you tell me what the last thing you remember before gaining your memory back?
Shae: Well, I remember flashes of white, cold shivers against my skin. I remember hearing voices, but I couldn't understand everything they were saying. Oh. And I remember hearing a door slam.
Ink: Okay, what happened next?
Shae: I don't remember. Really, the next thing I can recall is waking up in a small room. It was dark, damp and suffocating. Like an old attic kind of hot. Hot, stuffy and sweaty.
Ink: Could you see anything or anyone?
Shae: It was dark, but there were cracks of light coming under a door and slivers of light seeping through the walls. The room was mostly bare. There was a bed and a small table and chair. I think there was a rug because I remember my bare feet touching something.
Ink: What about the people's voices? Could you hear anyone talking?
Shae: Not at first. All I could hear was something whirring, like maybe a ceiling fan. I could feel it, too, vibrating under my feet. I also heard a car pull up close to where I was. It was a gravel road, or maybe driveway that the car was driving on.
Shae sits quietly for a minute, staring off into space. Suddenly, her lip quivers and she places her hands against her chest as if to still her heart.
Ink: Anything else you want to talk about?
Shae: No. Well, yes. Don't you want to know about how I got rescued?
Ink: I would love to know the details!
Shae: Well, Ashton showed up at the door. I could hear mumbling to my captor before I heard the stairs creaking. He opened the door and my heart melted. I wasn't for sure if he was there to hurt me or what. He came and knelt in front of me and told me not to be afraid, that he was there to take me away. His blonde hair swept down over his eye and I could smell something like burnt wood. You know, like a camp fire. But it was his eyes that mesmerized my heart. They looked right through me as if they could see my soul. And they were the color of amethyst.
Ink: Wait a minute. His eyes were purple?
Shae: Yes. Sparkling amethyst. They turned lavender when he laughed. But dark, fearful purple when angry, almost blue. His eyes are mood rings, you know.
Ink: Mood rings? What does that mean?
Shae: They turned colors with his mood.
Ink: How strange.
Shae: In his hand he held a mark, sort of like a tattoo.
Ink: What do you mean held a mark?
Shae: It looked like he was holding it, but sometimes it just appeared. Especially when he got emotionally, or excited. It lit up his hand and glowed.
Ink: What did it look like?
Shae: I don't know. Really. It changed just like his eyes. But what I saw, it looked like a dagger. And he used it on me. On my heart. But when he looked at River, it hanged to a heart. A bleeding heart. Serves him right for what he did to me.
Shea sat quietly for a minute, raising her hand to her chest. At first, I thought she was just tired, but then I could see she not flustered, but her hands over her were placed there to shield her heart. To protect it somehow. Then, she just got up and walked away. No, she ran. Like a bird let loose from a cage.