Book 1 of THE DARK TRIOLOGY
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Amidst the burning fire she stands tall and calm
Call it patience or experience;
But, she knows- she knows how to rise from the ashes
Like a Phoenix.
Every time the darkness threatened to swallow...
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"Petal..... Oh Petal" A haunting whisper greeted my ears as the shadow figure with the face of моя тетушка extended its arm towards me.
"Come closer......come to your aunt Alicia"
Her eyes completely black stares at me piercing my skin and looking inside me. Black liquid dripped from her eyes and mouth as she beckoned me to come towards her once again. This time with an unusual frown causing my small body to quiver. With unsteady steps I run away from her. Her shrieks terrified me causing me to stumble on imaginary rocks. The room was completely black with no way out like a dark abyss meant to lock me here for my bad deeds. My feet thump against the floor in an attempt to run away from her, but my feet appear small just like how they used to be twelve years ago. Those feet used to walk towards school instead of their own demise. My squeals resounded the hollow space as a hand encircled my wrist - the same black liquid dripping from it. Aunt Alicia's shrieks grew louder and closer with each passing seconds but my tiny body with ten years worth of strength was nothing compared to the strength of the new shadow figure - мой старший брат- Revon.
Aunt Alicia's unforgiving hands gripped my other wrist painting it black, both of them pulling me towards a set of stairs that I never noticed. My small body struggled against them yet their hold remains bruising and unyielding.
"N-no.....no...n-no A-aunt Alicia please...Revon p-please don't h-hurt me"
My pleas fell into deaf ears as they continued to drag me; somehow I fell down but that didn't stop them we continued descending down. My knees scrape against the stairs leaving a trail of blood as a residue of our journey. What felt like an eternity of torture was in fact just few minutes of pain. We stopped in front of a door.
A big white door with a golden handle - a mismatch with the scenario - oddly it seemed familiar as if at some point of time I used to touch it everyday.
The shadow figures disappeared while I was busy investigating the door, I could try to run but where will I run pitch black surrounds me from every side with only one way out - The white door.
A fragment of Peace in Chaos. A Light in Dark.
Twisting the knob I enter the place with wobbly feet. The cream walls decorated with paintings that are worth a fortune, the Italian marble floor boards polished and so shiny that I could even see my face in it if I tried hard enough. Chiffon curtains draped over the bay windows letting in golden rays of sun appeared something straight out of a fairy tale book.
This place is my home. The living room of my house in St.Petersburg. The one I haven't seen in years.
My knees still tingle with pain but there is no blood, not a single sign of the injury I carried up until a few seconds ago. It has somehow magically vanished just like how I'm no longer my ten year old self.
