"𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤, 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?
after a lifetime spent biting her tongue and bruising her fists, alara sultan is met with an opportunity. a chance to bring an impo...
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"If I open this door and find bloody knuckles again, I'm going to lose it."
Buttery sunlight spilled over the snowy white bathroom tiles and gilded the purple smudges and red smears of her hands.
Her eyes shifted towards the window, catching the suns closing arc through the sky.
The world was afire.
Mellow pinks, violent fuchsias, and a bitter shades of saffron lit up the night one final time in a kaleidoscope of colours. Maybe, if she watched the sun close enough, she could fade with it too when night came. Though, that would have been something too good to be true, and good things did not come easy in Alara's life.
"Al, open the door before I tell Mom."
The brunette gave a soft sigh, looking down at her hands. White bandages hung loosely around her wrists like ribbons, a stark contrast against the tan of her skin and the deep vermillion shade of her blood.
She reached out, bandages slipping down her arm, and unlocked the bathroom door.
It creaked open, making way for her brother to slip inside and shut the door behind him. The click of the lock followed before he turned to face her.
His eyes, akin to her own in it's impossibly dark hue, danced over her face, lingering on her cheek where it throbbed. She had no doubt the aching skin had already darkened to a cherry red. "Really?"
She shrugged, lowering her head. Chestnut curls spilled over her shoulder, curtaining around her like rumpled sheets of silk. "Just help me." She mumbled, holding out her hands; haphazardly wrapped in white. "I can't do it myself."
He shook his head with a disappointment that was familiar to her. Irritation blossomed and burned in the pit of her stomach, but she brushed it aside. She had to hold her sharp tongue unless she wanted him to run to there mother.
"What happened this time?" He asked as he crouched down, opening the ivory cabinet doors beneath the sink. There was faint rustling as he rummaged around, presumably for the first aid kit; something she found herself using way too often.
"S' nothing."
He glanced over the cabinet door at her with a pointed look. Alara's brows furrowed. She held his gaze with sheer stubbornness for as long as she could. But, she had never been comfortable with eye contact, so she failed rather quickly. With a huff, she turned to look out the window once more.
"Some older guys were hanging around the school parking lot and hitting on girls." She began. "They got too touchy with one."
