Hey there. By this point you are probably questioning why you even picked up my journal. To be honest, I don't know why I started writing in the first place. Let's start off with introductions I guess.
I pick up my pencil off of the smooth lined paper and hesitate. Do I tell them my real name? Do I start off with what my life is like? Or maybe I should start with him. The wolf who ruined and saved my life simultaneously. Let's maybe just start with basics and random facts.
My name is Kira Miazaki but once I moved to Alreoke, the most rich and well run content, I was made fun of my foreign name and now everyone calls me Sythe. Also Be warned, I hate making paragraphs so don't expect song nice neat journal of some weird chick.
I hold my breath and bite my bottom lip. As I begin to write the next word a knock urges at my door. I always have these sort of sounds that made me feel all...weird. Knocking is one. It either Means he is here or that my dad was trying to come into my room. But by this point, both are a curse.
"Yes?" I whisper just loud enough for them to hear.
"Open the God Damn Door Sythe."
Dad.
I walk over and with adrenaline shooting like a machine gun, I turn the handle to see my dad looking at me. His stare is stern and angry. His black fur glows eerily in the pale light of dawn.
"How was last night," I say with no expression but inside I was a wildfire filed with rage and anxiety. But not one hint of remorse. Never.
"How was yours?!" His tone deepens and he grows louder. Shit.
"It was fine."
His movements come in slow motion or like some flip book. Frame by frame.
Click click hand raised, something in it
Click click anger twisting his face
Click click hand bursting forward
Click click blood, everywhere.
