I’ve Watched You Die
Author: Karina Banks
Publication date: September 22nd 2023
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult
A young woman, cursed. A rebellious prince in hiding. A forbidden love that will threaten two worlds…
There are two main things I’ve learned since my life turned upside down. The first is, if you speak of someone’s death before it happens, you’ll be blamed for murder. The second? If the hottest guy you’ve ever seen kisses you, and thanks you for saving his life, don’t argue.
I watched him die, over and over. So many times. The vision is always the same and there is never one damn thing I can do to save him. I don’t know why I can’t dream about normal things, like going to school naked, or spiders. I hate spiders. No, I’m lucky enough to see strangers at the moments of their deaths.
The only thing keeping me sane is knowing the visions aren’t real.
Until the accident. The blood. He dies in my arms.
At least, I thought he did. But now he’s here, telling me I saved his life. Telling me unbelievable stories about monsters and gods and destiny. Promising to protect me.
If none of this is real, why am I afraid of the creatures hunting me? And if I saved his life, why are the nightmares back, stronger than ever? What is this thing lurking inside me, eager to strike?
I don’t know, but I’m freaking out.
I’m afraid what I think is real, isn’t. And what I know is not, just might be.
Our eyes meet and I forget to breathe. He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Something about him is hypnotic. My heart races so fast it’s more like a fluttering that makes me dizzy. Everything tilts, but I can’t look away. I don’t want to lose contact with him, even though I know this moment is where the vision ends; the instant life fades from his eyes. I can’t leave him to die alone.
Any second now, I will wake up from this hallucination, this nightmare, and sob because he’s gone. I didn’t know him. This isn’t real. But this feels so sad. So wrong.
I hear it then, his last, shuddering breaths, the rattling in his lungs as they fill with blood. The light in his eyes—the awareness—fades, and I am shocked at the difference between life and death. Intensity and—emptiness.
“No! Don’t leave me.” The sound of my own voice startles me. I’ve thought the words, many times. I never make a sound. I’m always trapped, locked away as an observer.
I know he won’t obey, and I can’t stand staring into his lifeless face. I’m weak, I know, but this is asking too much. Too damn much. I shudder and close my eyes, will my miserable mind to be snapped away, back to reality, where a lifetime of experience and pure logic tells me I’ll find myself slumped over on the sidewalk, or unconscious in the grass.
All of this is in my mind. An illusion.
But I can’t wake up this time. A strange jolt of energy spreads inside me, unpredictable and wild, like cracks advancing across a pristine piece of glass…except I am the thing about to shatter. My insides are as hot as a scorching sun in the desert.
Heat radiates from my gut to my hands, where they rest on his chest. I risk a peek, afraid I will see them burning.
A flash of light blinds me. I slam my eyes closed but the brilliant red-orange color chases me into the darkness.