It was all white. Everything was white. I hated the color white. Then suddenly it was the day of my birthday. The day of my mom's death. Alexander barged into the kitchen. I kept yelling for Alexander to stop. I jumped on him andtried to pull him off. I just ended up passing through him . The scene changed and suddenly I saw Alexander. He had the match and was waving it over my mother. I was chained to the chair. I was thrashing as I yelled and screamed and then the match dropped. And so did my heart. I screamed. I was reliving it. Alexander walked over tauntingly and I screamed again and again. The scene changed and suddenly I was in a meadow. It was the clearing. Why am I always here? I mean good god almighty. There is something about this clearing. Probably the oxygen I'm breathing that the trees released.
I just walked. The grass was warm from the sunlight and soft like carpet under my bare feet. The sun's warmth ghosted over my face and I smiled in content. I always loved the sun. But no matter how much I laid in its rays, I never got sunburned or a tan. My mom would always tease me for trying. I could hear a giggling coming from my right. I turned my head. I saw a lady with long blonde hair. Her back was to me and her hair stopped in the small of her back. Her body glowed like the sun. She seemed so pure and heavenly. Like an angel. The woman turned to me and I gasped. "Mom." I whispered.
Without any hesitation or thought, I ran full speed and crashed into her open arms crying like a newborn. Mom laughed joyfully just like she used to. I missed her laugh. Mom rubbed her hand on my back soothingly and kissed my forehead. I could feel her. She was soft and smelled the same. I breathed deeply to take in her scent. Like mocha and vanilla. I really missed her scent. How I used to just hug her and her scent enveloped me with love. I always calmed down when she hugged me. I thought it was because of the scent. But after she died and when ever I smelled vanilla or mocha or both, I want to break down and cry. But now that I'm back in my mother's arms, I know it wasn't the vanilla and mocha. I was her scent. Her unique scent that always makes me smile.
Mom pulled back from the hug to look at me. She caressed my cheek wiping away my tears. "Oh sweetie. Look at you. You are all grown up. Your hair is beautiful. I'm glad you didn't die it. It is beautiful just the way it is. Okay enough with the tears. We need to talk. I'm sure you have a million questions."
I nodded and wiped my face with my sleeve. "No. Just couple. Like where am I? Am I ....dead?"
"Heavens no. You aren't dead. If you did die, I wouldn't be hugging you. I would be whooping that ass for dying when your brother needs you the most. When your mate needs you the most. When your friends need you the most. When Dimitri needs you the most. Heck the world needs you! And we are at Purgatory. A place between Heaven and Hell. For only the dead who are watching over their loved ones making sure they are safe. And for wandering souls.You have seen this clearing before. Down on earth."
I scoffed. "Like hell Jaxon needs me. If you were watching over me. You would know just how much of a rotten soul your son has become. Besides. He has made it clear. He isnt my brother. Not by blood or love. And Xavier doesn't even want me. He ignores me completely. He has let another tear me down and gives no fucks to what happened in my past. In fact he probably invited that asshole Alexander just to hurt me!"
Mom looked down at me sadly with pity and something else. I shook my head.
"Mom, the last thing I need is your pity. And what is this about the 'world' needs me."
My mom sighed." Nothing is as it seems my child. There are dark forces at work here. I forgot how dense you can sometimes be. Do you think you were given your powers for nothing. You can control the elements for goddess sake! You have no idea how strong you are. How much stronger you will grow to be. You are destined for greatness,Persephone. You must master your powers and learn how to fight better and become stronger. People are going to come for you and your powers. And you must be stronger so you can protect your loved ones."
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Rejection HURTS, Revenge Can Help
FantasíaPersephone has been through hell. Her pack treats her like a doormat and she is beaten every single day by the man that was her supposed guardian. The same man that murdered her mum, her step dad Alexander. Who also happens to be Alpha making her al...