The dark surrounded me. It was calm and warm. The peace of sleep was broken by the most annoying sound ever. The blare of my alarm clock.
I reached out and tapped my night table until I found my clock. The night table was smooth and cool to the touch like my clock, until I smacked it to the floor. The room was silent once more and I returned to the dark.
"Ping," my laptop went. I growled and rolled (literally) to the computer.
I turned it on and it sang to me like normal. When I was logged on to Tumbler there was a friend request. I clucked the little accept button and rolled back on my bed.
Little did I know, that was the end of my adilecence, than my phone rang on the other side of the room. Stupid noises.
((Hello, I should warn you this book is graphic, but I think your going to like it. If you are triggered easily into cutting, be careful around thus book.))
YOU ARE READING
Scarlet Chains
AcakYou hide behind the screen, behind your electrical devices. They prey on you and strike when your down. This is a story of a girl who was taken into the slave game because she clicked "accept."
