Projector Alarm Clock

Here is my beginning of my story-

Pain. I felt sharp needle like feelings run through my body. I wondered if it was possible to survive such circumstances. My heart pounded in my chest as if it was going to explode. It was strenuous to breathe.
I looked around the room, dark, cold, a place where a rat might want to live. I had no intention of living. My life was done, or so I thought. Shadows shifted along the walls, the white window panes the only color in the dark room. Voice was all I could hear, they were low murmurs.
As I tried to support my weak body the pain came again, worse. I saw a new figure. He had dark shaggy hair and unforgettable deep sea blue eyes. He hurried over to me ignoring the other figures in the room. My heart pounded as loud as an alarm clock. My breathing became abrupt, inhale exhale inhale exhale! It was so quick that I instantly stopped breathing. My eyes closed and everything blackened.
I knew I was still alive. I could hear the talking in the room. I could hear but not comprehend. I heard my name once or twice but I thought I was hallucinating. A soft, warm hand touched my cheek. I opened my eyes again, still not breathing. It was the boy with the dark hair. I had to breathe, for him. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I slowly restarted my system.
More talking that I did not understand. I heard my name. Several times actually. In a row. I guessed someone was calling my name. Who? I had no time to answer questions; I didn’t even know where I was. A new figure stepped in the dark murky room, his stance angry. More talking. More hearing my name.
I took a deep breath and tried to make out the words, “She has to go! Emrys you can’t change her! She’s human and that’s what she’s meant to be!” an angry voice yelled. I saw something fly at me. “I’m sorry,” was the last thing I heard.

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