It's Sunday again. I'm looking dead ahead. There's a rose that that sits on my dresser. Facing that dreadful book. It used to be filled with life and vibrant color. Now it lies on top of my dress dying. Petals falling. The life of the rose feels like my heart. Losing life. Losing all care for anything or anyone. I feel so different these days. It's been nearly three weeks since I got that book. I sit in my room and I look at it. Just look. I never find the courage to actually read it. I'm more moody as is. I get agitated more often and I don't want to do much these days. I've been changed in just three weeks. God knows how I'll act in a month. My wardrobe is even different. I wear nothing but dresses. All black colored, but extremely regal. I keep my hair pinned up as usual, but my once bright red hair color seems to get more dull and dark every day. Every few days, my mom asks me what happened. What happened to make you change this way? Where's that vibrant 16 year old girl? If only she knew what I was going through.
I'm tossed around in this mental torment day and night. Me staring at a book all day and thinking about this ability that I have. The ability to control people. It's sunk in alright, but I have no idea how I'm going to control it. My thoughts have become more violent. I see suffering. Pain. Sorrow. Death. I'm sure this is the part where I'm supposed to gain control of it like Amoura said. Maybe I don't want to? Maybe I want to build an army of my own. Or become a vigilante. Or maybe I just want to be left alone for an eternity. These thoughts aren't mine. They belong to the darkness. The darkness that's slowly waiting to make its move on me. It wants to consume me. So far, I'm not denying it. It's 6 in the morning and school starts at 8. Well it's shower time. Aurora is growing darker every minute. If only she would read the book. The book serves as a sort of antidote. It's what controls the darkness.
The darkness is what is making her resist the book. She has to start reading it soon. The world won't be ready if she doesn't. As she steps out of the shower, her black dress is waiting for her to put it on. This dress is so different from the others. It has long black frills that touch the back of her neck. Around the waist is a small strip of floral pattern. She wears black stilettos to compliment the dress. At a distance she appears as scary, but beautiful. Her eyes dig deep into your soul and her hair is forever gorgeous. She piles her face in makeup. Dark eyeliner to bring out those eyes and a bit of mascara to elongate her lashes. Even her perfume bottle is black She looked like she belonged in a fairy tale, not in the real world. This new Aurora is a fierce type. If I was heartless before, there's no way to describe me now. Her mom calls her down to head to school. Aurora elegantly heads downstairs. Her mother looks at her. She thinks she looks stunning, but even she knows what she's wearing is too much for school. Aurora walks past her and a lovely smell intrigues her mothers nose. The smell of Aurora's perfume. Whatever negative thought her mother had, vanished in an instant. Barbados sees Aurora and says, "Who died?" Aurora halts. She stops to process what she heard.
She slowly turns her head in his direction. She lifts her hand. Barbados begins to cringe and slightly levitate above ground. He was in no pain. He was powerless. He could do nothing. She tilted her head to the side and just looked. She looked into his soul. Into his 10 year old mind. Her eyes began to glow red, but only for a moment. She heard her mother coming and she calmly put him down. Barbados was scared out of his mind. He was so scared that he wouldn't dare tell on Aurora. He had absolutely no clue what she was capable of. He stared out the window the entire drive. Her mother looked into her rear view mirror. She looked at Barbados and then at Aurora. As they reached the school, Aurora got out the car and left in silence. Her mother got up and shouted, "Aurora, you're going to leave without saying goodbye?" Aurora replied, "Sorry it must have slipped my mind." Aurora walked off and then she was gone, just like that. "I was clueless as to who this girl was. More importantly, how did she get this way? I walk down the hallway and the whole school stops. A hush falls over the hallways. I walk slow and steady to allow everyone to gaze upon my beauty. I randomly thinks about being a queen. Not just any queen. A queen that people feared. An evil queen. I'm almost positive that that book is making me think these things.
YOU ARE READING
AURORA
FantasyAurora is an 18 year old young woman from New York, New York. She visits a store on 37th street and is given a book that sends her spiraling into the darkness. She never reads the book and it just drives her insane. She discovers that she has the ab...