Bloody Punk

'Dear Lord, please tell me how to unexist?' I groan into the pillow, stifling a shriek that chokes my throat.

Stop breathing. As simple as that! That voice again.

Aish Bitch! You are goddamn pricking on my nerves. You wanna get your ass beaten? I retorted.

Bold of you to believe I do not wanna die. It retaliates with the same sassiness. It's a million times better than being a Lycan with ya.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ I snap, bouncing up in a sitting position. The messy tangles of blonde hair fall all over my face. My hands still clutch the sheets tightly as I peek at a boo of my surroundings. The sun has settled down the seabed, leaving a misty tinge of tangerine and crimson after it.

In the moonless sky, tiny stars twinkle in a cluster chain, marking the shape of a head. I neither have the energy nor the strength to figure out the creature. However, it does seem like a significant celestial occurrence.

I do not care, which makes me wonder if, instead of an Empress serpent on v