I wake to pain. Needle sharp pain, stabbing at my arm, my legs, and my chest.
I scream loud enough for the realm to hear.
Thankfully my power is strong enough to get rid of the pain.
I look at my midnight black wings.
I stretch them.
I fly to the hill, and land there. I begin to cry, and flop my whole body, my head in between the two poppies. I cry harder, the tears coming faster.
I em ember things now.
Things that I couldn't remember.
Things that I tried so hard to forget.
The torture.
I5 years ago
I open my locker, getting out my bright blue text book. I have always loved blue. Especially this type of blue. As beautiful and as calming as the sky.
I feel something hit my face. A spitball. I look to see where it came from.
Parker James.
A bully.
A bad boy.
A sinner.
He deserves to get to hell.
I wipe the spit off my face and frown.
Why does he always target me!?
I cry.
I don't need anymore of this.
I run away.
Before I leave, I hear him whisper, "What a sissy."
I'd like to hear him say that when I get to him.
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Chaos
FantasiaEveryone thinks that her wings make her corrupted. Make her dangerous. Make her a threat. But she believes that they make her better. Make her stronger. Make her powerful. Genevieve Royale doesn't know which one is right. Doesn't know who to trust. ...
