Thorn divinity

Blooming Beginnings

The night sky stretched wide and empty above her, stars scattered like pinpricks of light across the velvet darkness. A pale moon hung low, casting a dim glow over the cliffs where Daisy sat, her legs dangling dangerously over the edge. The ocean below crashed rhythmically against the jagged rocks, but the sounds barely registered. Her thoughts were elsewhere, drifting as aimlessly as the waves beneath her.

Daisy lifted the blunt to her lips, taking a long, slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the cool night air. We Three by the Ink Spots played from her phone, the familiar melody mixing with the scent of saltwater and bud. A half-empty bottle of gin lay by her side, the liquid swirling as she reached for it with a shaky hand. She was numb- numb to the bitterness that clung to her like a shadow, to the heaviness that weighed down her chest.

Her phone lipped from her fingers, tumbling silently over the cliff's edge. For a moment Daisy stared blankly, watching as its faint light disappeared beneath the dark water, the music growing fainter as it sank deeper and deeper. She sighed, as if the loss of the phone barley mattered, then reached for the bottle of pills beside her. With an almost detached calm, she unscrewed the cap, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The last of the gin followed, burning its way down her throat as she tossed the empty bottle slipped from her grip, shattering on the rocks behind her.

Daisy blanked in surprise, turning to look at the pieces of glass scattered behind her. For the briefest moment she stared in awe.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself to her feet. She stood at the cliff's edge, the wind tugging at her hair, her clothes, urging her forward. With one last, shuddering breath, Daisy stepped off.

Instantly, regret clawed her chest.

"Oh fuck-shit, fuck, shit! Shit, I changed my mind! Shit, fuck please! Please- I changed my mind!"

Her fingers scrambled for purchase as she caught the edge of the cliff, hanging on by nothing but sheer panic. She hung desperately, her knuckles turning white as her body swayed, powerless against gravity. But Daisy had never been strong- not strong enough to pull herself up, not strong enough to save herself. Slowly, her grip weakened.

Above her, the sky suddenly brightened. A streak of light towers through the stars, growing larger, brighter, as a ship- trailing thick smoke- descended from the heavens. It hurtled toward the earth, its wing scraping the cliffside with a deafening crash. Below the rocks waited, jagged and unforgiving.

In a horrifying, slow-motion descent, Daisy fell. The wind howled in her ears, the stars blurring into streaks of light as she plummeted. Her heart pounded widely, fear tightening every muscle in her body,before her grand slam to the jagged rocks below, a searing hot piece of the ship debris sliced through the air, cutting cleanly through her leg.

There was nothing for a second, then pure agony.

Her scream caught in her throat as her body slammed into the wrecked ship, bones shattering on impact. Pain exploded within her, radiating from every broken fragment of herself. Blood filled her mouth, and she choked, gasping for air that wouldn't come. Waves crashed against the hull, tilting the ship dangerously, and Daisy's battered body rolled from the wreckage, collapsing into the sand below.

She lay there, gasping , her lungs filling with blood. The world was spinning, slipping further and further away with every labored breath. Then it stops. Alone, broken, drowned in her own blood on a dark, empty beach.

From the wreckage of the ship, a figure crawled, its movements slow and painful. An wounded and bleeding entity dragged itself across the sand, its glowing eyes locked on Daisys lifeless form. It stumbled forward, passing her severed leg, before collapsing mere feet from her. For a long moment, it lay there, heaving, its body trembling with effort. And then, as if something compelled it, the entity reached for her.