immortals

just the start.

and yes i know your wondering "woah what the hell is she talking about"
i'm immortal.
yes i have tested that theory,and no i did not prove anything but the feeling of regret  and a piercing headache after testing said theory.

(violence warning)

i was 8.

"opal come down your foods ready!" my father shouted out,for the third time. i ignored him,as usual. he only ever cooks me food when he feels guilty about something.
after the fourth i sighed,and let the  sympathy for my dad carry me down the stairs,maybe he was feeling lonely?

"your food is cold now,opal." he said coldly,chewing on his food with a open mouth and an intimidating voice.
i said nothing,walking up to my food and putting the plain slices of bread on my plate into the toaster,and reaching up at the cupboard above me to grab some peanut butter.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he scowled.
"heating up my bread,i don't like plain bread" i said plainly. as if i haven't told you that every time you make me guilt ridden breakfast.

"your so ungrateful,kid."

"whatever you say dad."
i kept my back turned,hearing him get up and start to shout,i ignored him,until i saw my mothers favourite plate being thrown at the wall i was facing,and smashing all around my plate,and in it.

"moms gonna kill you" i replied calmy,i'd set up cameras this time,so i could finally show my mom.
she's so in love with him it's like she's glued rose coloured glasses to her pupils.
and then that's when i found out.

i felt a sharp pain in my side,wincing in pain,i slid slowly down to the floor.

he stabbed me.
THE FUCKER STABBED ME?
i looked at him in pure disbelief,as his eyes throbbed with regret,and the anger drained from his body.
"you hit an artery,i can feel it."
his breath was laboured and i watching him pace around the room,feeling a sense of clarity,and calm. you'd think he was the one who got stabbed with the way he was acting. which is not what i expected from death in the slightest,so i sat there,as the last thing i saw was him running out of the door with a bag of his belongings.

pussy.

i hissed as i took a soft exhale,letting my world fade around me.

i did feel some guilt,because i know my moms gonna find me like this,the love of her life gone and her child dead on the kitchen

those damned rose tinted glasses.

which led me all to this moment,and every moment was just as painful.

especially when i met my first love,grayson.