Blood of Water and Light

𝕆𝕟𝕖: ℂ𝕪𝕣𝕒

I was never good in school. I had the brains and did well with grades but I barely got through. My friends were down to none. That was fine by me honestly, I was the biggest introvert I knew. I usually struggled with people after the things in my life that had sent me on a long path of struggles.

My father had a double life with my mother and when I was fourteen that hit me. I fell into mental health issues and all that came with it. After four years I crawled back to the ground level of life. I found out who I was. It was not an easy feat, but I survived.

I thought college might change my life but it did not. It was the same old flow as high school just costed a lot more. I luckily went to college near my hometown so I could still see my brother. He had been a rock in my life despite how I usually treated him.

My brother often came to see me. He would just hang out. He knew that after mom broke apart from our father I felt like I had to carry us all. She still worked, but her life seemed to fade into a dull nothing. She no longer made jokes, she just talked like a robot. It was hard seeing her fade away, but there was nothing I could do. I tried to get her help, but she refused.

My apartment was small only one room and half if you counted the bathroom. I had a kitchen in one corner and then my bed across the room. I liked it more then I thought I would've. I had it piled with books left and right. Most I hadn't even read yet, but I planned to.

My life in general was not what most people wanted. Most people wanted to hang out with a dozen friends everyday. I only had fictional friends that existed in books and stories. I was a writer and created a life outside of the one I lived in. 

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I sat on my bed one evening and wrote for awhile. The girl in my story had to fight for her life left and right. Monsters and people you name it. She was facing them. As for a love interest I made him a bruting serious man. The guy was basically an asshole and was not what I myself found attractive. 

By midnight I began to put my stuff away. I walked to my sink to brush my teeth and that is when I heard a noise. My door slammed open and a figure stepped into the room. I backed away holding my tooth brush as a weapon. I walked to my bed fiddling for a small knife I kept there. 

The figure was dressed in black and tall enough to nearly hit the top of the doorframe. I saw various straps of leather wrapped around them like they just came from a renaissance festival. Whoever it was had a long weapon strapped around their hip. A long stick or maybe a fake sword. 

The cloaked figure came at me and I jabbed my toothbrush at it. They caught my wrist in a leather gloved hand. They raised their other hand as I struggled against their grip. With my free hand I grabbed for my knife. I quickly swung at them aiming for their stomach. It hit home and then they groaned, but kept coming at me. I backed into the wall knife in hand still. I kept it lower and waited to strike them again. 

They reached into their pocket and pulled out what looked like nothing. A low whoosh sounded and a sparkly purple powder spit at my face. My body began to slowly crumple to the ground as I went unconscious. I heard a whoosh sound as the world started to glow a deep red. I heard my knife clang against the floor and then there was nothing. I felt like I was falling in an endless darkness.