Numbness. Anything but this numbness, she thought to herself. From the corner of her eye, she could see Damian, with his long slick blond hair glaring at her from the entrance. A slow, sinister smile starts to form on his face.
"Precious, so glad you're finally awake,"
She shivers at the sound of his voice, the sound of nails scratching a blackboard came to mind when she heard it. He approaches her bed, both hands placed behind him, his slender body molded by the black suit he had on, his eyes as blue as the ocean with red specks. He is the reason why she is always, so numb.
"You like it when I call you Precious, don't you? See, dear sister, you are oh so very special. And for that reason, you must be punished until your time comes,"
He slithers towards,
"Say it with me, 'Mors Vincit Omnia'!"
Damian moves his hands and reveals a glowing dagger, then grabs her arm and starts writing those words.
"Mors Vincit Omnia!" he screeches out as Octavia is held down, releasing a blood-curdling scream. He continued and sneered a devilish smile with his eyes filled with haunting joyfulness.
...
She woke up screaming.
Abruptly, she stood up panting, drenched in her own sweat with the salty taste of blood lingering in her mouth. For the last 5 years, Octavia hasn't had a single night's rest since her escape. Her brother haunts her dreams to no end, when will this ever end? She thought to herself.
Getting up from bed seemed to be a daily challenge for Octavia, but she knew she had to, she can't be selfish, not anymore. Walking into the bathroom, she glances at herself in the room. Permanent dark circles are under her green eyes, her blonde wild main covers her head. "Why am I such a mess," she whispers to herself. She brushes her teeth and washes her face when a loud knock erupts from outside the bathroom door.
"Hurry the fuck up I need to piss."
Eric, always being his charming self.
"Give me a sec I'm almost done," I yell back.
She gave herself one more glance in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom, bumping right into Eric.
"Finally fuck." He pushes me aside, walks in and slams the door behind him.
Eric is a lazy 25-year-old with nothing better to do other than having his face glued to his computers doing god knows what. However, I owe him my life for rescuing me. I was 14 when he first found Octavia, skin and bones, as he described her, "A hopeless creature who hadn't eaten in months, that's what you looked like," his description of her in his own words. He found her on the streets and took her in with no questions.
Walking downstairs she goes into Eric's little brown kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before going on her usual morning run. As she steps out the front door, a whiff of cool, spring breeze hits her face, giving a sense of endless warmth and endless possibilities. Taking out her iPod, she put on her music and started towards her usual running path.
Something's wrong.
Someone's watching, lingering in the shadows, she can feel it. She turns onto Hollaway street and from the corner of her eye, she sees a man in a black cloak in the middle of the street. Blood starts to run cold in her veins.
Something is definitely wrong.
Her heart starts to pound in her chest, she goes from a sprint to a full out run, her hands start to shake as she passes him by on the sidewalk, ever so still he stood there, unable to look at his face, she continues running and turns the next corner. Another man in a black coat stands on freshly mowed grass.
Octavia stops dead in her tracks, stares at the man and yells, "the fuck you want from me!"
Silence.
Suddenly the man starts walking towards her at a fast pace, she has no other choice but to go through the path in the woods to avoid these cloaked strangers. As she runs into the woods she can feel someone watching her, as she turns her head the cloaked men were not too far behind her. Panicked and afraid, she goes off the path and into the forest. Branches and bushes cut at her skin as she tries to escape them, all of a sudden 2 more men appear from behind a tree. She then tries to run back from where she came from but the 2 first strangers she saw on the street were now standing behind her, trapping her in, no chance of escape.
"What do you want!" She yells once more.
Again. Silence.
Slowly, they start walking closer and closer to her, revealing their claws for hands as they try to grab her. All of a sudden, power starts to course through her body, raw and dangerous.
"Please, stay away, I don't want to hurt you," she begs.
They continued to approach her and were inches away from grabbing her when all of a sudden she felt a blinding sense of power and rage course through her and after, oblivion.
