For the past few weeks, I've been scarcely alive. I mean, I don’t know what to cognizance, conceive, or express anymore. All of these felt so fabled to me. I couldn’t even create by mental act what it feels like to be blissful or enlivened any longer. The world is so impartial to me. My parents left me, and now Nathan. I tried to trill the hefty thought away, but every time I had the fortune to remember him, I choked back a sob. I miss him so much, and there’s nothing I can’t do about it. “Look at me.” I didn’t do what he uttered as he kept on hammering on me. It’s weary, and I don’t have the vigor to even come, but he forcefully grabbed my jaw and successfully made me look him consecutively in the eyes. He looks aggravated, as common. When does he even look lively? Every time I could detect him, he didn’t look…contented. As if the world was unfair to him too. He stopped when he realized I was not enjoying it. He pulled out and showed me his fangs and claws. He transformed into a h
I can cognize my lungs tightening as I try to catch my breath. My legs shake, and my muscles stretch as I dash away from the maniacs. I turned my view to my path as I ignored their hiss of sexual derisive. “We just want to play along!” the sound of their snigger echoed through the road. I can’t be convinced by the thought that no one hears us! Is the neighborhood deaf or something? I was frantically yelling for help to the point my vocals were giving up on me. I’m desirous, debilitated, beat up, and I want to slam myself on the bed. But I can’t as I want to survive this night. I don’t know where I am heading. Every so often, I faltered on the ground, panicking as I tried to catch my balance because my legs were powerless. I glance from my shoulder, and they are catching up on me. When I looked at the front, I tried to ploy them by turning to the alleyway. The road is narrow as I hump into the walls to push myself out of their hawking gaze. “N-no…” This can’t be. I come to a stop in
“Today, we are going to play…” Mr. Brown trailed off, observing each of our expressions incautiously. His hands are behind, telling us that he got something for us. If it’s a surprise, well, I despise celebration.“I think he needs a drum roll for making this more intense.” a kid muttered beside me. I nodded in agreement. He’s taking his time to suspense us. Either way, this is sports, so I wouldn’t say I enjoy it.“Dodge ball.” then he showed us a circled red inflated ball. Mr. Brown puts the ball on his finger then swirls it; his eyes gleamed with pure immorality. I bit my bottom lip as anxiousness started to rush through my nerves.Aside from the students here, I also despise the teachers in this school. Not that I disdain them or generalize, it’s just that they know some students cannot max out their acquisition. Still, they would push them to their l
I couldn’t look into their eyes as they had no thought to what happened, except me. Even though I am not the one who is in charge of the incident, I’m still one of the reasons he died.I couldn’t breathe properly, as if it had sucked all the surrounding air into another dimension, and I was lost in a constellation. Someone accidentally looked my way, and I jumped in surprise. They might think I’m the suspect here because of my behaviour.I turned around, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I bumped into other students who were going to opposite way. I don’t want to listen because I know enough that I locked eyes with the killer from the very moment.He’s deranged. He couldn’t be serious. I know he’s a serial killer, but the thought of Chris just chilling in his room, suddenly the guy he looked up to attacked him and turned into a werewolf, that must be traumatizing up to
I took a sideways glance at Ethan beside me. He fell asleep between my arms. I don’t have any idea how long we stayed in this position. My arms are getting drowsy from keeping his head soothing. I heaved out a hefty sigh, and a thought came to my mind like a light bulb that’s been switched on. I gulped when I tried to touch his hair. I’m afraid he might wake up with the sudden sensation, but he didn’t flinch or move to my luck. He’s sleeping soundly as if the world had stopped evolving around him, and he’s in his harmony. I couldn’t help but leer while stroking his hair, gently for him. He looks tranquil as if nothing’s going to stop him from taking this moment. Many questions are still occupying my brain, and one of them is why he had a sudden breakdown, and he doesn’t want me to leave him. He cried so hard, almost howling and changing his half body into his werewolf form. I was ruffled, not knowing what to do. However, he didn’t do anything against my consent but a bolt from the bl
I woke up from a sweet smell that was corrupting my nostril. I let out a prolonged yawn while squinting my eyes. I look at my surroundings, trying to identify where I am. My brain is still under maintenance while still processing what’s happening. When I looked down and saw my bare breasts, I remembered everything. I sat up straight, and my heart was pounding crazy while caressing my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this. Am I still alive? I mean yeah, I’m alive, but I know I was supposed to die when Ethan stopped me. I froze on my spot when I recollected what happened between us. I gulp when I touch my lips, tracing it down to my neck. When I pull up down there, I felt an agonizing sore between my legs. My lips parted when I tried to get up, but useless. He went delirious last night as if it’s the last thing he will do on earth. I couldn’t drawback up with his speed until I passed out. Oh god, that's so embarrassing. I
Life was improbable to be consummated with delectation and prosperity. There are moments when you go up as if riding in a big-dipper, you close your eyes with fear consuming, but you still hold your hands high in the air enjoying it. That’s how it goes in our existence. There are pain and pleasure.As I tried to reach up in the sky, taking my momentum, I felt like the creation had stopped revolving around me, and I was living in an eternal paradise. I have questions, approximately, where am I? Why am I here? Why am I alone? And lastly, what is my purpose here?But does it matter any longer? Everything I have dreamed of is right here before me. Peace is all I ever wanted. I’m not hanging on a burden. I no longer feel any hatred I felt on earth. Even if I am alone, thus, living by yourself doesn’t mean you are lonely. Who cares about anyone if all they have ever done to you is give you agony? Pain? Suffering?
The school chime rings, indicating to the students that it’s time for lunch. They enthusiastically pack up their things, which is the precise inverse of mine. I ascent a deep sigh then inertly gathered my notes from my table. I waited for them to induce out some time recently. I trailed behind a swarm of students hurrying towards the school’s famous cafeteria. Luckily, I survived and managed to get out of that place without getting crashed or hit by someone. As my vision stayed on the ground, I bit my lip, watching my feet step forward. I’m back at the university again. Some of my professors asked me how I had been because they had heard I was gone for a week. I just stated I got hit by a bus, and I managed to live. Carls was unrefined quiet. There are times he would look at my way, but the minute our eyes locked, he’ll look away as if he had seen something horrendous. The colors of his face depleted, and whenever I tried to talk to him,