Amber Wolf Eyes [Discontinued]

Chapter 8

Okay...

Just go in.

No big deal.

I step towards the door. The wood is stained a dark color. I notice the engraving on it and am somehow drawn to touch it. I steady myself before raising my hand and bring it down with a quick rhythm-less knock. It was quiet around here and I cannot help but feel as if I was intruding. I stand there awkward and uncomfortable. I know I don't belong, but I can't help but feel curious and drawn to this house. This person.

I shouldn't be. Yet some unknown instinct in me says this is home. This is my place. This family... I know it's not, but I can't shake off the feeling of being safe here. I have never felt this way. Never been drawn in such a way to a town, a house, and... people?

I am able to shake off the unwanted feelings when the door suddenly burst open and a smiling Jerkface stands there. I am taken aback at the greeting. I scowl, not at him, but the genuineness. Never have I given a real smile. At least... none that I can remember. A saying comes to my head, one that I know too well and wished I never heard it.

'Fake it till you make it'.

Well for me, it's fake it until it's true. Fake it until you collapse from a life you hate. Fake it until your tortured soul gives out. Till your heart breaks. Fake it till someone comes and stabs at your guarded back. For I know, I will never let my shields down. And I know with my blackened heart that I won't die a peaceful death. I was to damned for that.

So, for now and ever... I have to fake it.

I look into his stunning blue eyes and glare, a glare that is so full of hate that if looks could kill he would be dead a thousand times over in ten thousand different ways. My rage was not aimed at him, but he was the only one here. The only one who I can not seem to put in place. A piece to a puzzle half undone.

"I hope you like doing work, because the only work i'm doing is sleep," I say.

Sadness seeps into his eyes before he covers it up. Mischief seeps into his eyes. I just gave him a challenge and he is not one to leave a dare uncomplete. My eyes widened ever so slightly. So slight that they would go unnoticed to the untrained eye. A smirk grew on his face and I know I just lost my advantage.

Letting out a breath, I push past him and walk into his... well I would say gigantic house, but that would be understatement of the year. His house was so big that it shouldn't even be considered a house. The walls were painted a pristine white. So untouched that I was afraid my breath would get it dirty. Never had I been in such a house. Never had I not felt the feeling- no the need to damage and destroy it.

I run a hand through my violet locks and and take a breath. My head swirled with confusion and my heart clouded with foreign emotion. What was this feeling? It couldn't... No, never... It was longing? I mentally slap myself for letting my guard down. Not once had I felt so insecure as I did at this moment. So I do what I always do.

I bury it.

Cover it in steel.

And burn it.

***

"Darci." A voice whispers.

I look over to see half a snake and rabbit mixed together. It hops and bares its fangs. I start running. Yet, it's one step behind me. I hear it light footsteps on the carpet. Wait, carpet? No its nails scrape against rough concrete.

"Darci." It hisses.

I feel it's fangs latch on my skin and I use my arm to punch it. It grabs it in a ever tight- yet, gentle grip. I use the momentum to swing it over my shoulder and the pale- no black concrete. I kick at it and punch not stopping until I realize it's gone.