Darya
After all these niceties and goodbyes. I head up the stairs, opening my door. I sit on my bed, as chillies crawl up my spine as if a spider is climbing, looking at my untouched room. I smile to myself, I left in such a rush I never got to pack up my things. A ghost smiles on my face as I stare at my mother's picture in my mirror.
A couple of weeks after she died, I was put in foster care. That's where I met Sky. We had snapped a picture of a polaroid of us together when we got matching white bears, they were about the sizes of our heads. I adore that bear because it was there for me when things got bad.
I sent her the picture. It's old but it's in perfect condition. Untouched by the cruel world. That feasts on young girls.
Scanning the medals I have won, there is one golden trophy I fondly remember winning but I don't dare remember the rest of that night. They were on a shelf above my desk, that hand a layer of dust settled on it. A pencil holder held unsharpened pencils. A box filled with diaries I use to journal all day. Writing whatever I thought of. I scan my bed the same bedding i had left the night i left. Which had no dust on. Weird. Maybe Becca already made plans for me to stay.
I feel my all nighter, coming to attack me. It had lurked around me like the plague all day waiting to strike me down. I lie in bed, starting to scratch my skin. I hate this bed. I can feel the springs, picking at me, like a thorn. It is hard and rough. But that's not the only thing I remember.
No matter how much I hated this small bed, sleep dawns on me quicker than the grim reaper harvesting souls. And he is coming for mine. Darkness.
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Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing
RomanceDarya Ellis a young journalist. Curious and sweet. Confident but hides secrets in her path. She will do nothing but bring the truth to light. Almost anything to make a name for herself. She takes paths that lead her more into the story than she expe...
