Nyctophilia
(n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If...
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chapter three|A Better World
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"How many scars have you justify just because you love the person holding the knife?"
I leave never loved deer meat so much before. Everyone had seconds which was foolish but luckily Feyre stopped us saying it was off limits. As I look at our utensils all mismatch, I think about my mother. She died when I was nine, she was cold and I sometimes questioned if she had a heart. The only time she showed loved was towards our father back when he was the "Prince of Merchants". I hold back a laugh, what would she do if she saw us now. Maybe it was a blessing she died of an illness before we lost everything.
Mothers were supposed to comfort you when you get scared. Not my mother though, I remember this moment when I was just a little girl. There was a huge thunder storm and as a kid normally is, I was scared.
The thunder was so loud and the lighting lit up my entire room when it struck. Not being able to fall asleep, I carefully went to my parents bedroom. I've always been stealthy I suppose. Slowing opening the door I find my mother sleeping on her back with eye mask on. I gently shake her awake and instantly regret it. The second her cold blue eyes find mine, I know I made a grave mistake.
"What do you want." She hissed. I chew on my lip as I stare at my feet. "I'm scared." I whisper.
Looking up slowly, I find my mother seething. She yanks me by the arm and pulls me to the door. Her perfect nails are digging into my arms but I don't say anything, I know better not to. We passed her door and then we pass my sisters doors. An uneasy feeling crept it's way into to my gut. Eventually we are right in front of the back door. The thunder is even louder from here. I see the wind blowing the trees so hard that it looks like there about to break.
She yanks open the door shoving me outside. "You stupid child. Waking me, up for this!" She shouts while motioning to the storm. "You're going to grow up and sit here until the storm is over." As she storms away I question what is worse. Being in the storm or facing her wraith if I disobey, definitely facing my mother.
