Orfilia is not human, nor will she ever be, for she is cursed with this evil darkness that follows. A darkness that seeps through her stitched wounds. Orfilia is in a weak state at first, becoming beaten by the agony that is almost unbearable. Her d...
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(sorry for any misspellings or punctuation! I was in a rush to publish this chapter and it's like 12:33 in the morning for me as I'm typing this so. Anyway I hope you enjoy this first chapter! * plagiarism will not be tolerated nor will it be wanted, if you plagiarized a bit of this story I don't mind but don't plagiarize it word for word or idea for idea please! Thank you <3 * Enjoy! )
Orfilia
He wanted danger.
So I gave it to him.
It still wasn't enough.
Or maybe it was too much.
I picked my head up from my gruesome stitching. Normally when the king would visit me I'd fall into a state of numbness. I wouldn't be able to feel my own finger tips brushing against my stitched wounds; but this time it wasn't who I had expected. His dark suit of armor glistened underneath the direct moon light. It was one of the kings guards. Someone I least expected to see. I wanted to go back into the darkness, letting it consume every part of me. I felt everything. I felt myself drowning in sorrow. I felt the burning sensation against my stitches. " can you stand"? "What"? To tell you to truth, I haven't tried standing. The numbness would fill me with its posion and I couldn't even find the energy to even stitch my opened wounds. I was so tired. I tried to stand but fumbled back to the cold stone floor, reopening a recent wound. Whimpers escaped my weak lips. Gosh, I hated showing I was weak. Showing I could be beaten and tore down in just a matter of seconds. His dark brown hair flew into his face as the wind outside was now getting fericer. Landon wouldn't stand within 3 feet of me. He claimed I was a monster, something undefined.
Gosh, he was right.
I was a monster.
Something that didn't belong.
He inched closer to me, almost in a panick. After realizing what he was doing he stepped back. I began to re stitch the wound. Following a pattern of pain and sensation. " I don't bite". I said, looking up from my chore. " you killed someone". He said. I closed my eyes. My breathing becoming unsteady.
It wasn't my fault.
Or maybe it was.
Maybe I craved for the Feeling of death.
I was a monster. I longed for the taste of blood. So desperate to pounce.
" We have to go" he said, his voice stern. Almost commanding me to leave the cell I had been forcefully thrown into. I've been here for 5 years and now he wants me to leave it? I had no other option. I wanted to just feel nothing. I bit my lip holding back tears trying to contain the painful screams as I forced myself up, leaning against the wall. I quickly fumbled back down, the irony of the pain blurring my vision. Landon just stood there. Within seconds faint footsteps could be heard on the metal stone staircase. Without thinking another thought, Landon grabbed me by my slim waist and tugged at me to go up some more stairs. His hand putting pressure on the large gash on my waist. Cries tried to escape my heavy breaths but I held them back, drawing blood from my lips. " stop". Landon said. Faint voices could be heard only a few feet ahead of us. It was more guards. Landon could easily get passed them, but me. I couldn't. Already so far I began to loose hope of ever leaving this old place. Landon then grabbed two brown and black coats off of the small wooden table beside where we were standing. He quickly threw it over his head and following after I did the same. After inspecting our new disguises I put the cloth over my head, trying to cover up every part of my body. We started forward, my heart now racing. " Hey Landon, what are you doing here"? One of the guards asked. My knees started to buckle and my breathing now thumping in my ears. I tried to contain my nerves but I just couldn't. I leaned against a wall trying to regain my disordered thoughts. " I had to work late tonight, the king changed my shifts. I'm on my way home now". Landon reassured the Guards. He must've lied a lot because they believed him. Every lie rolling off his tounge. One of the guards shifted their eyes from Landon to me. Slowly looking at my torn black dress. I quickly covered it with the cloak. I couldn't be caught. I couldn't go through all that suffering all over again. " who's the young lady Lan"? Another man said. Pointing his finger toward me. I froze. I couldn't speak, it was like all my thoughts vanished and the words I was trying to say were just stuck in my throat. " A friend, I'm taking her home ". Landon spoke. He glanced at me. " wow, you sure are getting all the ladies tonight". Landon grabbed my wrist and pulled me beside him. We ran towards the gates that blocked the outside world from this horrid fantasy. I could feel the stitches start to tear, one by one. Blood dripping down my waist, arms, and thighs. I forced myself to keep running. With all the blood I was loosing, I should've been dead. If I were human, but I wasn't. I would never be. With the darkness consuming my veins I couldn't die. I had to keep going.
