I look around at all the people and suddenly I just begin to see people's pain. It affects my own. I can feel their hurt. I wonder if anybody has the same thing. Everything in the world just has to hurt. When I try to touch them the moment my hand touches their skin I can feel their brokenness. Like it is inside of me. Like THEY are inside me. I feel I am made for nothing but a joke. Although I may have help I know I can never be healed. My heart crumbles down until there will be nothing left of it but a puddle of blood and ash. My black hair is the emptiness that leaks out of me. The size is the amount showing how little I care. The bruises and beatings are the scars of my struggling. My imperfectness is how lost I am. The darkness in my heart is the hate I feel for everyone. I am not afraid of death. I am afraid what happens when we die. Will I just stay there and rot or will I be recreated. This is the way I am the way I have been created. My dark eyes show people my demon self. But my actions show I am a dangerous threat. On judgment day will I choose to take the path I should turn to help me heal or the path to create my self alliance against the world? This I shall not know nor will know until the day of my coming. This is why I am but a Deadheart.
"Yasabella. Where are you going?" I open the steel gates as his cold firm hand touches my shoulder.
"I need to explore" He shuts the gate and takes my hand.
"You can not leave it is dangerous, people do not like us if you go out you could turn." mama walks out of the house.
"Yasabella don't ever leave here you have training here one friend or heartbreak could hurt you forever there will be no healing. You will stay a broken child. Do you want that?"
"MariA please she is fine. Sabella go inside."
"But Papa......."
"Go now." he points toward the house signaling me to go.
"BUT PAPA PLEASE!!! I JUST WANT TO LOOK!"
"ITS DANGEROUS OUT THERE!"
"I AM NOT A LITTLE CHILD ANYMORE I'M 14 AND VERY CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MYSELF!!!!!!!!"
"YASABELLA THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!!!"
"BUT IF YOU WOULD JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!"
"DO NOT DISOBEY ME YOUNG LADY YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR BOUNDARIES LIE!! I EXPECT YOU NOT TO FORGET THEM!!!! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE!!!!! Do... I... make... myself... clear?" He lifts my chin and raises his
eyebrows awaiting my reply."Yes. I understand." I break the eye contact.
"I am doing this because I care about you. You do know that right?" I nod slightly as he kisses my forehead. I turn away from my parents as I shuffle back inside. I look over my shoulder to see them watching me. I walk up the cold marble staircase. I look down the stairs then down the long corridor.. I used to think of this hallway as being haunted but now I realize I am the scariest thing in this place. Being only a teen I am more dangerous because any emotion could cause my powers to be set of. I am not yet able to control them. Only on judgement day I will know how truly powerful I am. I can either let the feelings and emotions control me or I can stay as a queen to the Deadhearts. But once the choice is made there are no second chances. Every Deadheart has only one judgement day. Choosing depends on how people see you how the other Deadhearts see you. On a Deadhearts 17th birthday they will have to make a final judgement who they are going to be. I am only 14 but on a Deadhearts 15th birthday they are tested of their emotions, thoughts, pains, fears, strength, skills, smarts, and communication. That is why I need to stay away from people. This could determine my future. If I mess it up I am to be exiled or sent away from all other Deadhearts. I will be in separation to all I know and love. I will have become a threat to myself and those around me. But I want just one taste of freedom. One taste of life before I am judged.
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If I Am More
Mystery / ThrillerA horror story that is filled with terror to those who have never known what really lies between freedom and struggle. Its ourselves.
