I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous. Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon, looking out for me, caring for me without a second thought. He indeed was a friend in need and not in need. He knew what he promised me and yet he could do wonders to make that happen. We spotted
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. At daybreak, it is cool and invigorating, full of songbirds, walkers and joggers. At midday, it is sleepy, hot and still. In the evening, shadows lengthen and coolness returns. But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start. Since it was the week
The first thing I noticed was cool air tingling my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. The second thing I felt was cold water rushing in my ears as I threw my hands up in hope of catching something. Then there was pain that came with finally waking. Oh, it was agonizing. Pain blistered up and down my entire body, spiraling to every crevice of myself. My eyes snapped open but I immediately regretted it. A feeling of discomfort and sharp needles pierced through my skin. Closing my eyes again to keep in a few steady breaths, I tried once more. This time, I was successful, I could keep my eyes open longer than a few seconds. I moved, trying to get up. But it served as punishment as a strangled yelp left my lips. Pain exploded everywhere but I noticed where the pain was at most. Abruptly it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. There was a giant brick sitting on me, closing in on me, depriving me of oxygen. I risked a glance down at myself and this time, nothing wa
I jolted awake, my body screaming in protest at the sudden movement. Glancing at the alarm clock, I groaned into my bedsheets. It was just past three in the morning and I thought I deprived myself of sleep the last few days, that tonight I could fall into a dreamless pit of wonder. Of course not. No, that would be too much nice, right? I thought dryly. Instead of trying to get back to sleep, I untangled myself from Mathew's hold. It was a good aspect for me that he was a deep sleeper. And I couldn't afford to wake him up this early when he had a busy schedule tomorrow. I combed through my frizzy brown locks lazily before jumping into my slippers and snatching my warm woolen shawl from under my pillow. Slowly, almost like some ninja out of those horrible action movies, I inched my way down the stairs. Careful enough not to step on ones that would creak under my weight. Mathew's light snores sounded through the house. I rolled my eyes. He claimed he never snored bu
Pain. Fear. Anger. Betrayal. Her senses were dominated by loads of these emotions, all these feelings that she was feeling made her anxious, twisting her memories to not believe her eyes. The faint hum of droplets of rain hitting the glass windows awakens her from her deep slumber as she quickly arises intently scanning her environment only to come face to face with unfamiliar surroundings as they regard her with utter queerness. She felt light-headed whilst she tried to gaze around. Groaning with agonizing sharpness, she quirked her arms and swing her legs in the air as she dangled them over the edge of the bed. Bed? She looked down to find herself on the softness of mattresses, the stuff felt soft and smooth against her skin and her hands itched to touch the fabric again and again. Her eyes glanced to access around herself only to be greeted with abhorrent unfamiliarity. The room was huge with glistening darkness in every corner. The painted
Sarah was sweating profusely when she again woke up from her unwanted sleep and unplanned slumber. She found herself wrapped up in a soft silk duvet as she opened her hazy eyes.Her body tensed for she realized she was on the ground when she lost her consciousness. Looking around, she felt something a sight change in the aura, and a terrible feeling of coldness washed over her. Anxiousness crept inside her, the room was pitch dark, no light, it was just shady and glacial cold. The chandeliers were no longer emitting lights instead the brightness was replaced with darkness. It was like the room was made up of ice making her bones chill.As she tried to get up from bed, she found herself frozen in her spot. She tried again but it was like something was stopping her. There were no ropes, no restraint but still, she was unable to move.She panicked. The room started to get darker and colder by the passing instant. She couldn't say anything, it was not like she
I screamed.The voice came just from behind me. I turned around to face...Nothing.My pulses roared and confusion flashed through me. There was no one. But I could swear I heard the voice. I looked around cautiously, to say if there was anyone, but no, there was no one. No one. My heart skipped a beat when out of nowhere the lamp shattered into pieces. The room was engulfed by darkness again. But the thing that startled me was that the lamp shattered into pieces.Itself.The room was dark, pitch black. I couldn't say a thing, not even my hands. I was scared, beyond scared. I stretched out both my hands hoping to feel something and at the same time, I don't want anything to be there. And there wasn't.Just pure darkness.I was shaking. Terrified. By this time I was wondering if the voice was real or I was just imagining it. I took a few cautious steps forward. As dreadfully long seconds pass
My breathing fastened when he backed, almost slammed me against the wall right beside the door. His fists were balled on both sides of my head. He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me closer to him while at the same moment his other hand went to the back of my neck only to haul my face closer to his. My breaths came out short and fast, I could not breathe on my face. To say I was terrified would be less than true was beyond panic-stricken. I couldn't describe the agitation that was slowly and painfully invading my body. I didn't know what came into me when I slowly looked up at him. And regretted it immediately I shockingly yet terrifyingly gasped loudly, when I saw his eyes flickering. His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes.At this time I was shaking with fear. My hands were trembling uncontrollably as my legs