My Little Secret

Nightmares.

He calls me Kara, my real name is Karayan Apollyon, iv'e been living in the darkness for 15 years,  11 months, 22 days and 15 hours. He says i'm 'special', that's why he keeps me locked away. Every attempt i have made to break free from my chains has only caused me pain and almost death.  He says i will never escape, 'you will be my little secret forever Kara'.

and for a moment, i believed him.

I believed him until his body was lying on the floor in front me with my free silver chains lying next to his cold, lifeless body and his blood was covering the floor.

I call myself Kara, i have been living in the light for 3 months, 14 days and 7 hours, and i was the big  bad Alphas little secret.

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It's dark, it's always dark. I can smell the rusted metal holding the silver door in place, i hear the drops sliding down the moss covered concrete walls and the intoxicating smell of what at some point was inside my body... i don't get out much.

The cuffs have dug their way so deep into my wrists that i can feel them grinding against my exposed bone as blood slowly drips off my fingertips on to the floor.

Its hard to breathe, the dirty sack that has been thrown over my head to keep me from seeing anything is suffocating me again.

Every part of my body burns, aches with every breath i take, i can feel my leg throbbing and a sharp pain in my cheek where he used the knife.

I can feel my heart rapidly beating in my chest as fear starts to rise in my stomach and the familiar creaking of metal against metal breaks the silence. It burns my ears and i am relieved when the sound fades out and is replaced with footsteps, footsteps that i know all to well.

The sack was ripped off my head, my eyes sting with the sudden exposure to light and i stare straight into his eye as he pulls out a silver knife. I see excitement flash across his face.

"Good morning my little secret..." He grinned as he slashed the silver knife clean through my throat.

I throw myself up, off my bed and across the room, by back hits the wall hard and i don't even feel the pain as the adrenaline pumps hard through my veins. My hands are clawing at my neck trying to make sure its okay and my hearts pounding against my ribs. My long brown hair is sticking to me because of the amount of sweat i'm covered in and the clothes that i was once wearing are ripped.

As it finally clicks that it was only a dream my body relax's and i allow myself to sink slowly down the wall till i hit the ground with a thud.

My breathing is still heavy and my body is still dripping with sweat but i manage to calm myself down.

I sit there for a good twenty minutes staring at my room, i never realized how boring it actually was.

My white bed sits in the corner of the room on the right, its a mattress with a light blue duvet and pillow that i managed to steal from an old lady's washing line a few months ago.

All four walls are plain, white and bare, the wooden box that kept all my clothes and belongings in it was small, it was a dark brown chest made out of old oak and iron.

White curtains hang by my window, that in fact open, letting in the warm air and sunlight that gives my room a golden glow.

Sometimes less is more i guess.

I peal myself off my heard wood floor and walk down my narrow hallway to the bathroom. I strip and get into the shower letting the hot water cleans me.

I get out of the shower dripping and i grab my towel. I live alone so i don't need to worry about anyone seeing me.

Both of my hands grab the sides of the sink and i look at myself in the mirror.

Brown, brown, brown, oh and look! more fucking brown.

Lets just say i'm brown okay.

My hair is dark brown and cascades down my back to my hips in light waves, my skin is tan which isn't surprising considering i'm outside all day and my eyes are a solid brown colour that turns hazel in the sunlight. So i look about as boring as my room, minus the golden glow.

I get dressed into my normal clothes, ripped back jeans, a white singlet and my black boots, i grab my black jacket and put it on as i walk out of my room.

I know all black, who's funeral you ask? I haven't decided yet.

I swing my door open and step outside taking a huge breath of the fresh forest air.

Living in the middle of nowhere has its perks.

i shut the door and start walking in a random direction.

"It's hunting time." i smirk to myself.