What if her soul get's set on fire? The whole world could burn thanks to the devil on heels.
But who will it be to save her?
Does she even need a savior?
She's always preferred a sword over the pity of others. Her pain is the greatest power she h...
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Minutes went by and I was still there on the ground where no one seemed to care about me. The pain echoed through my bones and the taste of my own blood made me want to throw up. But I didn't. I couldn't. I was unable to move as I was laying on the floor in my own little pool of blood. I pressed onto the wound on my stomach as good as I could but I was still loosing blood fast. Too fast.
By that time I had already made peace with these moments being the last ones I'd ever experience.
Then I woke up.
My body shot up from bed so fast. My eyes were wide open as I whispered the words "fucking nightmares" to myself. I rub my eyes while trying to calm down my breathing. I feel my heart rate increasing and my chest raising up and down as I am in intense need for oxygen right now. I take a glance at the watch on my nightstand: 02:34am.
I wipe away a few droplets of sweat that had formed on my forehead and decides I should get a glass of water in my system. I jog down the stairs after leaving my room and go for the fridge. Opening it I grab a bottle of water and a glare from one of the cupboards. The time the water needs to fill up the glass feels like decades and when it's finally full I chug it down in literal seconds.
As I turn away from the fridge and look into the dark open living room I freeze in shock when I make out a tall dark figure. As fast as I can I reach for the light switch and turn on the lights of the kitchen. I breathe out in relief when my brothers soft gaze meets mine. "Scheiße hast du mich erschreckt Kristopher." [Shit you scared me Kristopher]. I whisper yell at him. He just stood there, chuckling at my sudden rather German outburst.
Rolling my eyes at him I turn off the bright kitchen lights and turn on a smaller lamp on the coffee table next to the sofa before plopping myself onto it. The living room is now flooded in a dim, warm light, creating a cozy atmosphere.
"Kris what are you doing up so late?" I ask turning the attention to him. His eyes shift over to me and he just shrugged. He tries to brush it off but the good thing about my big brother is that he is bad at hiding things. His body language and his eyes immediately tell me that something's wrong. He wasn't looking too well. In fact, he looked drained.
"And what is bothering you Adie?" Kris spoke up again. "What makes you think something's bothering me?" I answer as a controlled smile takes over my facial expressions. Unlike Kris, I am good at hiding things, especially my feelings. I only tried to keep in the tears and push away the nightmares I've been having for the last few nights.
Kris cocked his head to the side and I knew he saw right through me but I am admitting nothing. He read me perfectly. It's something about my brother that I admire. He is bad at hiding his feelings but he is way better at reading other peoples emotions. "Kid you know you can't lie to me." he sighed. "I'm not lying though." I keep my smile tight on my lips.
