*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 13 "Guilty Wishes"
Saphira's POV:
Pain.
It's the only thing I feel. The only thing that's real in amongst the agonising cries and screaming voices.
It reaches out to me, calls to me.
And I go to it. Preferring the burn and sting of a blade than the bone shattering numbness that settles in my core.
My sister is dead.
A cry escapes my lips as I stare wide eyed at the lifeless body of Melanie. The only person that has been keeping me sane. The only person that has been giving me hope.
It's been four days since she was murdered. Four days I've been convincing myself that my parents will find me. Four days since the numbness has taken control of my mind, my soul.
How do people do it? Why do they wish to feel this way?
How can you handle the dark abyss in your mind when a part of you dies? How can you look into that void and not think about jumping in head first? How can you continue to run away from the truth, when it's breathing heavily down your neck with each step you take?
I rock backwards and forwards on the floor, arms hugging my knees close to my chest. As if they can push back the missing pieces of my heart that were lost when the life died in Melanie's eyes.
I stare blankly at my hands, feeling nothing stir in my chest as memories are pulled up from the back of my mind.
Pluto jumping out of his cage and straight into Melanie's arms as he first enters our house.
The thrum of music as my beautiful little sister dances by the fire in the middle of a family dinner.
The gentle caress of Melanie's hands as she tries out a new hair style on me.
A deep ache fills my chest and all of the emotions come flooding out. Guilt weighs like a stone on my conscience, making itself evident with every breath. Grief saws my limbs in half with each and every movement, adding to the helplessness that threatens to drown me. Lost hope burns like a dwindling fire in the pit of my stomach, crackling with every swallow.
Pain sticks them all together, like the glue that nobody wants. The emotion snarls and growls inside of me, like a wolf that just lost it's moon.
