heyooo, commitment issues here đ however i have come back(sorta) to be better at writing bc i want to be đȘ currently reading? shatter me series đđ
heyooo, commitment issues here đ however i have come back(sorta) to be better at writing bc i want to be đȘ currently reading? shatter me series đđ
âCHARLES PEMBROKE LYNDSWORTH, COME DOWNSTAIRS IMMEDIATELY!â
I abruptly stop drawing and shut my eyes knowing that my short lasting bliss is about to be rained on once again. I stumble down the stairs sighing as the ground stares at me in pity, with the creases of its fine oak. I slow down when I reach the door as I can already hear my mother swearing under her breath and I know Iâm about to hear a tirade come my way. Taking a deep, exhausted breath, I ruffle my already messy hair, feeling my eyes droop under the weight and pressure its carrying with it, I walk inside. The first thing I see: my mother. Tears pooling around her eyes, she looks disgusted just by my presence, the usual.
âYes mother.â I reply with a stolid face making sure my posture is perfect and my tone with no hint of emotion.
âGood lord Charlie, are you stupid?â my mother shouts shaking uncontrollably.
I look into her beautiful glassy eyes, the emerald spheres once dazzling with glee have now shattered with nothing but ire and the shards stab me harder and harder each time I look at her. Before I was so sure she loved me, considered me her little boy, her âprinceâ, but ever since my brother James passed Iâm not so sure.. she would refuse to eat, see me and she sent my father away to isolation, I never saw him again. I was twelve. Now Iâm 18, nothing has changed and everyday my mother looks at me with those sad, shameful green eyes. One time she was so heavily drunk, she took a swipe at me, then another. And another. I took those hits out of pity, grieving, I thought my mother was just so depressed and she would snap out of it because I was still her Charlie. Her son. That day, the scars on my back were red, burning, prickling with anger, as tears streaked down my face. My whole life has been nothing but surrounded by cameras who are nothing but hungry for stories, tales, anything that kept the public interested, entertained. My family was the epitome of flawless, clean but everyday felt like we were puppets, pretty dolls on their best for show, people to be toyed with, easily judged or disgraced. My parents lived for the power, the respect and we needed the same attitude, same formality, same etiquette ,as their children, the heirs to the throne. One single mistake would ruin our entire life, and the reputation we are forced to uphold. I did not choose this life and yet I still have to live it, I just wanted to be normal, an outcast to royalty. I donât feel loved anymore and I certainly donât feel welcome here. Everything is just cold and bare, the hospitality seeping through the ancient doors and out into the rest of the world, far away from us.
âNo mother.â I reply still staying still, but my mind was agitated and my heart was screaming at ribcage to escape, to be liberated.
âThen why would you go against my will and go see that.. woman.â my mother says slowly turns her head away in frustration.
My eyes widen, fright flickering in and out, when suddenly the words just burst out of me âBECAUSE I LOVE HER. I. LOVE. HER.â
I couldnât believe myself. I slam the door behind me as I stomp towards the front door. I touch my lips, barely parted and quickly walk away to avoid anything more. The weather was bleak as usual, in Britain the weather was intermittent, but today the skies seemed tempestuous, ready to release all the pain and sadness held inside of them, just like me. I can hear more shouting behind me but I didnât care. In response to it, I ran, without looking back, without a care in the world. For once, Iâm doing what I want. And getting out of this hellhole was the first on my list.
(TW: abuse)
CRASH! I grunt in agony as more shards delightfully let themselves enter their way through my arms. Shattering. Destroying. Killing me each time. I was so numb, so horribly numb that all I could feel were the salty tears reaching my lips as fear pounded against my ribcage so violently I thought I would explode. Who wouldâve thought that this? This is love? What even is love? Just some bullshit fantasy that I genuinely believed in. I oddly feel myself laugh a bit, exhausted, gripping to the door of a bathroom stall, staining it a crimson red each time I grab it in pain. My lungs are so desparately craving for air but Iâm unsuccessful as my body is so bruised and battered, all I can do is painfully swallow the terror threatening to choke me.
âTHE FUCK YOU LAUGHING AT BITCH?!â he yells smashing another bottle of beer.
I wouldâve never imagined such an unfortunate and dramatic ending for myself, I thought he would be good to me.. maybe we wouldâve lived in a small cottage faraway from the city, where the greenery lies, with picturesque views of the starlight and a garden so huge we could have picnics everyday! Maybe we wouldâve had our two children and then live our lives together till old age.. oh what a splendid life that would be. What a marvellous dream. Dream.. Somehow, when I mouth the words on my lips I feel a small slither of hope that maybe I will wake up in my bed tomorrow, unharmed. Even when Iâm living my last moments my imagination will run wild. Run far away that Iâm lost in something so magical and fantastic. But its not real. It never is. It never will be. If I could run right now I would, with all my power and strength but I canât even bring myself to stand up.
BAM! One powerful, lethal hit, maybe a kick, but Iâm so relieved itâs over. I feel like Iâm in surgery, just asleep, relaxed. The crimson red is now a lake, so shiny, such a rich and deep colour, pooling around my body, I can feel it ,warm and wet, drenching my once perfectly washed clothes. Iâm bathing in it and it feels so good. So damn good. My bleary eyes start to close. The faint noises of panicked screams begin. Frantic footsteps. Little do they know, its all too late. All. Too. Late. And here I lie, on what was once the pristine marble grounds, now filled with my blood, sweat and tears⊠dead
PffftâŠpathetic thatâs what you call this. Oh right yes Iâm in a very big situation, Iâm kidnapped⊠hurrrah! So much fun! MyâŠmy this isnât even kidnapping, this is the thinnest rope on my hands and I can untie this easily, this blindfold is see through. Inside I was scoffing, I could get out right now if I wanted to but I want to give them a little scare just because theyâre underestimating me and my skills. This is why you NEVER underestimate girls. Boys you reading this? Iâm sure youâre already aware but Iâll say it again just to make it crystal clear: NOT ALL GIRLS ARE PETITE BARBIE DOLLS WHO NEED A KEN TO COME SAVE THEM. This was so ridiculous I could laugh, but they would think Iâm a psycho⊠however they wouldnât be wrong, this actually felt so relaxing because my back was aching all day and all night from practice and what not.
âAy Tobias gimme some popcorn innitâ spoke a rough, hoarse voice; it was a man. âBlimey mate, whoâs the girl?â spoke another voice, but this time it was more high-pitched. âSome stupid little agent girl.. boss is gonna be real happyâ
There was a hand on my chin moving me up,down,left,right and the man named Tobias sniffed me up and down like a dog. âOh you caught a big oneâ he chuckled in glee.
âPatheticâŠâ I muttered under my breath. The two men turned around and looked at me in confusion then one of them squashed my cheek aggressively and firmly said âWhat did you say redhead?â I pretended to be a lifeless, little doll and swung my head down. This was ridiculously funny and I just had to wait a little longer until I could break out of this silly entrapment. Suddenly, I could hear heavy footsteps nearing, I thought âAh must be their wonderful bossâ and smirked just a little, I was still being discreet despite the fact I knew I was dealing with fools.
âJoshua, Michael.. you called me, this better be good.â says a low voice. âBoss, we have caught an AGENT.â there was emphasis on the word agent and I couldnât help but let out a little giggle.
All of them turned and changed their surprised faces to stoic and suddenly the blindfold was released off my eyes. Fresh breeze hit my face, but was snatched away by a terrible, smelly odour.
âWhat yer laughing at mateâ the low voice says. âHmmm letâs see⊠YOUâ I start laughing even harder. âOh youâre gonna get it from me you bitchâ he angrily hisses.
Just as heâs about to slap my face, I rapidly untie the knots and release myself as he proceeds to slap the air. The other two look at me for a sec or two in shock and then scowl.
âGET HER YOU DUMB F*CKSâ boss baby yelled.
They both stupidly started running at me and I gave them the âstarterâ. WACHOW! Boom in their faces! âWhatâs wrong boys, tired already?â I teased. The determined fools charged at me again, and CRACK! SLICE! Down on the floor, and that was only the âmainâ scoffed at them kicking them out of my way so I could just walk out but thenâŠ
âOI YOU MOTHERFUCKERâ boss baby screams. âTch..tch now now, no screaming young man, it hurts my earsâ I imitated his hissing. He tried to kick me but instead I turned the tables, now this was just the âcherry on topâ. As he groaned in agony, I grabbed him by the shirt, kicked his little ass and boldly said âThereâs more where that shit came fromâ dropping him, I couldnât help feeling like a model when I walked out; classy, stylish, and proved that I was a badass. An evil smirk took over my face as I walked, head held high, my crimson hair flowing, my heels clacking and the sounds of the moaning men in the background. Take this as a lesson boys, you NEVER underestimate the power of girlsâŠ. especially the quiet redheads.
ItâŠisâŠSCORCHING⊠Youâre probably wondering what the hell are you talking about? Itâs December, which means itâs cold and what not. Well my friend thatâs in England. Iâm in a random desert. Why you may ask? A party. You must be thinking âCassie, have you gone BONKERS?â âŠwell guess what Iâve always been. A party in the desert⊠but Cassie itâs so hot? Well itâs not my fault I am such a social media freak (hey at least Iâm honest) and keep up with the latest trends ALL over TikTok, you see living in 2043 you can have the most DANGEROUS things and people are like âoh thatâs normalâ. So me being me, I found the coolest thing EVER; A DESERT PARTYYYY! Everyoneâs enjoying the party though, and everything is going too well for anyone or anything to just ruin it! I made such a good joke for the guests coming and they ALL found it funny, you know what I said?
âHey everyone, howâs dessert in the desert?â Isnât that SO funny? Honestly this is so cool, my parents actually let me do this party and the best part is all the food is SOOOOO sand related. Everything is going just how I wanted it to except the heat.. it wasnât doing anyone in their favour. The heat just wouldnât calm down and it kept getting hotter and hotter, I was so hot but we somehow had these cool built in ACâs, I mean you know how technology is now, itâs too advanced I mean we can basically fly cars everywhere and what not.
I had come from England as I had mentioned earlier, but it was nowhere as cool as this and for once I was enjoying myself, despite the heat instead of having constant intermittent weather, it was like from tempestuous to sunny in no time then back again. It felt good to have a set weather, and it also was amazing just to live in a moment like this, I mean why not do something crazy and reckless once in a while, you know what they say âYou only live onceâ and so here I was living the life.
Anyway Iâm going to go have fun, and take some selfies with my bestiesss Byeeeeeeeee
âLacey, Lacey please âŠDONâT!â I begged. Lacey was smiling and jokingly swinging her feet over the cliff edge like an innocent and excited child not knowing the possible consequences if her foot slipped, except Lacey knew ,too well, the consequences, but she willingly chose to ignore them. I was heavily upset, I wasnât going to lose my sister because of everything that was happening. It was crazy, we didnât deserve any of the things that had so suddenly happened. Me and Lacey were both sagacious, eclectic students who faced challenges with alacrity but we had had enough, both of us had faced enough problems, defending each other in every step of the way but we were done. The rules that were enforced upon us were preposterous and stringent, our family was crumbling and the tension every time we entered a room with our parents, it was incredibly tempestuous and abusive. As the older sibling, Lacey was done with everything, every single injury, mentally and physically, everything was trauma-induced and I knew that all too well.
âWhatâs wrong sis?â Lacey turned around chuckling. âLACEY YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHATâS WRONG!â I yelled angrily while stomping towards her. âOh? Do I?â Lacey laughed. âLacey.. please.â I cried.
Lacey put her hands around my head and gave me a hug, I was fuming and my face was florid. âLacey⊠I canât lose you, youâre the only one I loveâ I stuttered with salty tears reaching my mouth. âGracia Anabelle Cheng⊠I love you so muchâ Lacey looked down at me and wiped my crystal tears. âIf you love me donât jumpâ I demanded but I was disquiet.
Lacey turned around immediately, the incandescent sun was making Laceyâs altruistic facade drip away. Lacey looked down shamefully and shook her head, she looked straight into my eyes again and her face was stolid, her stance nonchalant with her hands in her pocket I felt the poignance of this whole conversation and I couldnât help but commiserate with my sister, it was assiduous how I tried to keep my sister alive for as long as possible but now it was over and she was so obviously at her breaking point; I couldnât help her anymore.
âLacey.. what do we do?â I asked panicking. âIâm sorry Gracia I will jump.. I canât take this anymoreâ âLacey-â âNo- Iâm sick and tired of being ripped off every second.. I know Iâm selfish but I just canât.â Lacey answered firmly. âIs that your final answer?â I replied back standing up straight. âThatâs my final answer.â Lacey confirmed attempting to hold her tears back.
Lacey was confused but I knew what I was doing, if she was jumping then I, Gracia Anabelle Cheng, were going to as well. âHold my hand Laceyâ I told her. âWhat?â She asked. âJust do itâ I demanded. She stood still ,startled and quite shocked, I sighed while chuckling a bit because what I was about to do was mad and I would probably rue it sooner or later but I didnât care anymore. I grab my sisters hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump.
We were flying. Holding hands and flying. We were probably plummeting down a good 50 feet but it felt so nice. The wind was slapping aggressively against my face as I was diving down, I turned to look at my sister⊠her eyes were closed and for once she seemed relaxed and genuinely happy in her life even though she knew she was about to die. At least we would die together. Happily ever after.
I could see the large pieces of sediments in the flowing waterfall beneath us just a few seconds away. In a few seconds my head was going to be smashed against a large piece of sediment and police would come declare us dead due to excessive bleeding or something. We didnât care about anything anymore, we were done and our parents could sit and mourn for the rest of their lives ,but they wouldnât care so itâs fine.
âGRACIA I LOVE YOUâ Lacey screamed hastily. I gave Lacey a quick look and then shouted even louder. âLACEY I LOVE YOUâ
I was thinking about the time Lacey and I ruined our neighbourâs garden with a ton of spray paint, we were around 5 or 6 ,it was incredibly fun, being mischievous, we knew weâd land ourselves in some sort of trouble ,but we wanted to brea-
SMASH! Red gushing blood, how ironic, we were falling on a flowing waterfall and the blood blending in with the murky, filthy water making it even filthier and the lifeless bodies floating with the water. Down I went being thumped harder and harder each time, I was overcome with lassitude, I didnât even care that I was bleeding so hard, I was hurt but I felt like I was under anaesthesia, I couldnât feel a thing. My eyes were barely open and my hand had disconnected with Laceyâs. I had no idea where she was but probably somewhere near me, waitâŠ. I just realised that Iâm alive, I could feel my consciousness gaining but how? I slowly sat up and even though my senses were still pretty numb I was still able to see a bit. I turned to my left to see my sister dead, bloody and blurry I was left with no words. I could hear a few screams and I looked up to see people screaming, many were in neon yellow with black caps and blue trousers; police. I had to run, I didnât want to live without my sister even if I checked her pulse that would waste time because I could tell she was dead. With my hands and legs I crawled blindly and attempted to drown myself in the water, I took one last look at Lacey and smiled, then one look upwards and I pushed myself off.
SPLASH! Loud coughing and spluttering could be heard. Dylan abruptly stopped swinging and he turned around. Suddenly, he sprang up in confusion, nobody ever came around to Faerie Garden because a girl who was kidnapped long ago was killed and then everyone became scared of this place, but that was perfect for Dylan, he practically bathed in solitude.
âHelloâŠ?â
No answer. He tried repeatedly but only silence echoed.
AgainâŠthe same coughing.
âHello?I know youâre here thereâs no need to hide; Iâm harmless.â
No soundâŠ
âI promise.â
A little head popped out the corner of his eye and soon a whole figure was standing right in front of him. She was beautiful⊠drenched ,but beautiful. Her slender figure was perfectly fitting inside a cute, cozy white dress and her hair was a strawberry blonde colour, her eyes were innocent, pure and a pretty pastel blue. Her fair complexion made her dazzle in the sunlight, and her sweet smile was the cherry on top. It was as if she came straight from a fairytaleâŠ
âHello sirâ spoke the girl shyly.
âSir? No need, call me Dylanâ The girlâs face became florid all of a sudden and Dylan smiled sweetly.
âWhatâs the matter, donât worry youâre safe here, nobody ever comes here anywayâ Dylan reassured. âDylan⊠thatâs a cute nameâ the girl said with her hand on her chin.
He laughed and thought to himself âhow cuteâ. âMay I ask your name, my lady?â He replied. âOh my name is⊠Ayakaâ âAyaka⊠what a pretty nameâ He paused. âFor a pretty girl tooâ
They both made eye contact for a few seconds then burst into laughter.
âWhere did you even come from Ayaka⊠you seemed to be coughing earlier and youâre quite drenched might I addâ Dylan said with his qualms. He gave her his black coat which had a warm and fuzzy inner layer.
âThank you Dylan, and where I came fromâŠâ She paused for a while and gave a little sigh before answering. âYour sisterâ âIâm sorry?â âIndeed, your sister.â Dylan was stupefied and by this little girl?
âSurely, my lady you are mistaken, my sister is a minor..â Dylan panicked and he started getting agitated.
Ayaka sniggered and started cackling, which was an unexpected laugh for a petite body like hers. âNoooo, she DREW me, I am her creation come to lifeâ âWait⊠my sister did draw charactersâ Dylan whispered to himself.
The realisation hit him, Ayaka was his sisterâs creation. The drawings from the story she was inventing up about little fairies changing the world and defeating the evil masters of some town called Plitzen. He remembered everything now, everything came rushing down like an avalanche and he was too stunned to speak.
âHow in heavens name? No wonder youâre so heavenly-likeâ Dylan stuttered. She chuckled a bit. âYour sister has a great talent and I must say itâs helping her very well.â Dylan had never been so garrulous before, so inquiring and so curious, his senses were numb, as if pins and needles had just struck him like daggers.
Ayaka looked around in satisfaction, her gaze so mischievous and delightful. Her hair was flowing with the fresh breeze, as the sun let its golden streams come down on the patches of green grass; everything was so oddly perfect right now.
âYou see Dylan..â Ayaka turned around smiling softly. âYour sister sent me down here so that you werenât lonely, she cares about you lots.â She held Dylanâs hands as he looked down in embarrassment.
âAre you saying sheâs the controller of the story we are living inâŠâ Dylan asked.
âYes.. she is, Iâm sorry ,I know your family situation and that this is your getawayâ Ayaka replied calmly.
Dylan was touched, he knew his sister and him had a very good relationship but this was so far ahead in his life. He was lonely. This was his getaway. He had many scars, some mentally, some physically, and he did need this. Very much. But how was it possible? The controller of this world? The controller of his story? As much as he loved his sister, the thought of having her control him by writing disturbed him deeply, it seemed so psychotic.
Dylan chuckled ,hiding his confusion and panic, as he looked up and straight into Ayakaâs eyes. Right now he was happy. He needed this moment, he had to spend it as wisely as possible. Dylan squeezed Ayakaâs hands tightly and said âLetâs goâ with some sort of interest.
âCome on then Iâll take you to the swing. My favouriteâ Dylan said.
Ayaka followed Dylan as they went through the bushy and thorny forest. Beauty can be dangerous. The roses were spectacular and the contrasting spring cherry blossoms that still hung on their long,brown branches. It was like two sides of a story: the villains and the heroes. A light. This dark passage was long, but the light was gigantic at the end. In the spotlight you could see two ropes hanging from their tree branches with a little piece of wood attached to it with flowers twisting themselves around the ropes.
âBe careful, the swing dangles near a cliff edge so donât fall off.â Dylan warned. Ayaka nodded in silence as she looked around with a hint of mesmerisation on her small, round face. As they got closer, Ayaka started from a little smile to a large beam on her face, the swing was so fantastic ,all of Earth was, and she jumped right on.
âWhooaaaaaaaâ she screamed looking down at the river below her and the stupendous height she could fall from. Dylan slowed the swing down and pushed her lightly while laughing a bit.
âWhatâs so funny Dylan?â âYouâ
In the end they were both pushing each other on the swing, messing around like little kids and just enjoying themselves. Dylan felt his loneliness slowly starting to slither away as he was lost in the moment and just âŠhaving fun.
Youâre fake Youâre wrong Iâm weak Youâre strong You reek of lies And so I die The path I should never have crossed You were my one and only But now I have lost I lie here lonely Nothing greater than the ordinary Sadly to say My familyâs extraordinary Theyâre the same way Iâm a curse Iâm a jinx I make things worse They say I have one too many drinks Thereâs nobody here Nobody there Someone find me, please Anywhere Take me in Far away My life is limitless For I live as a stray No light No hope Nothing but dark and dust Whoâs left to trust?
Itâs the end of January Almost February Valentines is around the corner And yet I still wish I had much longer
What should I buy my valentine? Itâs hard to know what she wants Chocolates, roses, hearts, jewellery, dresses? Oh I just canât tell
Iâm not a girl I have absolutely no idea what they like Well except shopping, my girlfriend loves it But what do they buy?!
All those gifts sound so cliche Too common⊠I mean maybe I should give her an onion like Carol Ann Duffy says⊠But Iâm not sure⊠thatâs a bit weird to me
Not too expensive⊠not too cheap But all of this is killing me What do I really do?
Maybe I should try make something Who said I had to buy? I should try to be creative and cute Try to be unique
Make something special But what⊠A cake? No Iâm terrible at baking Or just cooking in general
But what should I make for her To treasure forever To bury it in her heart Till death do us part
I want to let it sink in That I love her more than anything too⊠Use your speciality?
What is my speciality? My talent⊠I should know this! Not to brag but I do have quite a few Music,maths and writing tooâŠ
Wait a minute⊠WRITING Iâm writing a love poem Thatâs perfect, itâs so cute But hold on Iâm writing now
I could give this to her⊠Show her my thoughts and effort My struggle to think But I did it for herâŠ
My love listen, As you read this⊠Just know I worked so hard Because I love you so much
I put my whole heart into this Just for you To read and laugh at it Iâm embarrassed tooâŠ
But despite that I love you :)
TickâŠtock tick..tock Sound asleep next to my lover of course, snuggly and comfortable in a king sized bed. I felt very restless and for some reason I couldnât move my hands,or my legs but I was probably being cuddled from behind.
âEagle this is Raven, we got her, sheâs still asleep we injected a bit of diazepam into herâ
I could faintly hear the crackle of a walkie talkie as I was slowly coming to my senses âNice Raven, now we drag in her boyfriend and take our revengeâ
âTake our revengeâ is what really triggered me and then I realised the predicament I was in; I was kidnapped. I didnât dare to move, because I didnât want to know what would happen if they had realised I was awake, panic arose upon me , what was I going to do? Okay calm down, think, think of something. I could hear the raspy chuckle of a man and he seemed to be approaching me, as I tried hard to pretend I could feel his awful breath right on my face.
âHaha.. I canât wait to see the look on your boyfriends face, when he sees you like thisâ
That really ticked me off and then I suddenly screamed, even though it sounded broken, LET ME GO, YOU RASCALâ
âOh my looks like princess is awakeâ he taunted back.
I felt like killing him and stupidly, I obviously knew this wasnât going to work, I tried shaking myself out and I was very angry. As I wriggled and screamed, his raspy laughing continued and his nasty breath filled the room. He walked to me, and decided to take off the blindfold, I could see his hairy face and his extremely large smirk; I felt shocked as I recognised him.
There were around 7 men surrounding me, including him, and then he decided to take off the gag that was on my mouth. I spat in his face, determined to release my wrath.
âYOU COWARD, YOU BLOODY BASTARDâ
He did nothing but laugh.
He wiped the spat off his face ,slapped me hard and then spoke âWell well you know who I am after allâ
I scoffed, feeling the blood drip down my face âYOUâRE A SORE LOSER IS WHAT YOU ARE, JASON BEAT YOU BUT YOU CANâT TAKE ITâ
âIs that so now?â, he slapped me hard again and spoke with slight scorn in his voice now.
He walked around me with that same prideful expression, he always wore it. âYOUR BOYFRIEND IS A DIRTBAG WHO SHOULDNâT HAVE MESSED WITH ME AND MY FRIENDâ
I was about to yell with all my might when I could hear loud banging on the door just a few metres away from me. I could hear two familiar voices and started to think that I would make this out alive, I was still trying to think of how to roast this guy though.
âLET GO OF SIMRANâ It was Jason. My very protective boyfriend, but not overprotective. He smiled at me, and I knew it was that reassuring smile that said âThis is going to be over soon Simmie donât worryâ. He turned back to the man and gave him a true death stare and immediately said âlet go of my girlfriendâ.The man wasnât listening and I could tell , âAh now now Jason, not so fast.â ,His sidekick(who was a very gaunt looking man with no fighting experience whatsoever) was holding Jason on the floor and there were 2 men around me with knives upon my face.
âOn your kneesâ ..there was a pause âNOWâ My boyfriend got on his knees and I felt a tinge of crimson on my cheek as I felt my eyes watering. âNow Jason let me show you what happens if you do not obey my wordsâ. He rapidly walked up to me and punched me in the stomach, I shrieked(which definitely made me not only look but sound like a damsel in distress), as the man laughed my boyfriend was on his knees pleading with panic. I could tell he was feeling shaky because even though he tried being calm, there was that little bit of fear when he spoke.
POW!SNAP!
âNOâ I cried.
to be continuedâŠ
Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body A few years ago ,back when I was young My mum,dad and I were living in a town with nobody Eerie and mysterious I still grew up with the deadly bird that sung
No matter the effort to kill My parents failed in succeeding They gave up and let it be still I thought it was cute and I tried catching it
My fingers started bleeding My mother smashed the bird but yet it flew back up Unbroken, totally fine âFreakâ my mother said and she thought it was time
To bring her weapons out
Ones I knew she wasnât capable of having
They scared me made me cry, I screamed and I shouted
My mother gagged me took me away, thrashed me inside and I felt like dying
Oh I regretted saying it back then I really did âI wish you would dieâ Everything stopped The crackle of the fire,the walking of my father, and the dear bird fell, to itâs hell
It fell to itâs death Its heart stopped completely As I stood there with a sweaty and bloody waterfall flowing down my forehead I regretted the words and I shook in fear
Those impactful words killed everything Nothing could be heard except the wind outside As the ground started shaking I emerged from the ground, it was an earthquake
A powerful impact Took over me It was too strong, too strong to control I remember it vividly
My mother looked up for the first time, fear in her fiery eyes But I couldnât speak and I couldnât move A deep voice came from me It spoke âYou have unleashed my wrathâ
My father pleaded I didnât dare move, I couldnât anyway Suddenly my hand rose I spoke loud and clear âIMMORIâ
White rays of light shot out and directed it at my parents We were in mid-air, the cool wind brushing against my hair and face With one swish of what would be called a âwandâ And they have disappeared in front of my little black eyes
Shattered like glass⊠Little segments were the only remains left I slowly crouched down in fear and panic âNO MOTHERâ âFATHERâ
I got it⊠I was the cause of everything Their hatred towards me Is because they knew this day was going to come And I was the cause, it was all me
With that one sentence Itâs extreme impact It stopped everything And it was all my fault
âNO.â âALICIA WHAT THE HELL WAS THATâ âSorry I had a nightmare againâ âUgh well you have to STOP, YOU FELL OFF YOUR BED AGAIN AND STARTED THAT GHOSTLY SCREAMING OF YOURSâ âRosa I am sorry, I promise it wonât happen againâ âWELL IT BETTER NOTâ
And that my friends was the end of my very complicated dream And I can still see those flashing images of the creepy womanâs beam..
