I mean, was there really a difference between death and losing every ounce of who you are?
Outside my window, the clouds had parted. The moon smoldered against the blackness of the sky; the stars twinkled harmoniously around it. I felt that same strange pull that I always did whenever I looked up at the night sky. It made me feel like I belonged up there, shining with the stars. Sometimes it felt like it was the only place I did belong.
Safe? The word still feels so foreign to me. Nothing like the word fear. Fear is like air.
But no matter what happens, I spoke up, made a voice for myself, freed from the haunting memories that have owned me for the last six years. I found my courage.
I dream of chaos and serenity. Some might call what I dream a nightmare, a madness of the mind. Me, I think of it as a foreshadowing of what’s to come in my future, of what I hope to achieve one day.
Seth frowns disappointedly. “Yeah, but Kayden wears those super tight pants when he plays football, which is pretty much the same as tights.
I wish life was more. I wish it was like dreams, the happy daydreams I have all the time whenever I’m gazing up at the night sky, eagerly waiting to make a wish on a shooting star.
Well, we could at least make sure it’s true before we do.
Of course, my nightmares were just the tip of the iceberg in the madness that had overtaken my life. When I was awake, I had much bigger problems to deal with than monsters attacking me. Real problems. Ones I couldn’t blink away.
Jealousy was an ugly color, and I was not going to let it shine all over me.
I hadn’t already been freezing to death. The golden moonlight spotlighted down from the night sky, highlighting a white scar scuffing his left cheek. His black hair matched his dark, hollow eyes. “Finish her off,” he commanded.
You know I’ll always be here for you, Wills. Even when we’re seventy years old and can barely walk, I’ll use my cane to keep the bad guys away.” I.
I love books, especially science-fiction novels. Give me a story with a witch, vampire, faerie, or anything that isn’t human and I am good to go.
I’m afraid of never getting out of this life unless it’s in a coffin.
I love him for more than that actually. I love him because he’s the first person I felt comfortable enough with to tell my secrets to, but maybe that’s because he understands what it’s like to be hurt inside and out.
I woke up, gasping for air, my disoriented mind still thinking I was sprawled out on the forest ground, freezing to death from the monsters’ deathly touch. That the tan walls forming my bedroom were just an illusion. I bolted upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself.
Alex backed away from the table and turned to Laylen. “Are you sure about that?” Laylen shook his head and sighed. “Look, this place is very low key. We’ll go straight there and straight back.
Make sure you pick one up as you leave class so you can start brainstorming ideas. That’s it. Class dismissed.
Need some help?” Alex asked, watching me with patronizing eyes. I had to collect myself.
But tha’t the thing about scars. They always stay with us, whether visible or unseen.