People say I am a freak. Probally because I talk to someone that no one see's or maybe its the black clothes I wear. But to myself im not a freak im just a girl who hasn't found what she wants from this world, but right now I just wanted to be alone.As thought of my little life that everyone keeped out of because I looked so diffrent from the girls who wore sluty clothes. In my eyes I looked at the world in a diffrent way than others did. The one thing that made my life better is talking to my demon friend Koga.Looking out of my window seeing snow fall from the clear white sky's on to the dead grass. Grabbing my black long sleave shirt, black pants, black scarf, black jacket, black hat, and my black hat. Slidding all of my clothes on grabbing the book that shamon gave to her when they first met.
"Where are you going Victoria."
" Outside to write wanna join me."
" Its cold out there i dont want you to freeze."
I just enored him taking off out side under the black tree that everyone told the wildest tales. For Example, a dark prince is binded by the tree untill his dark lover comes, its a portal to the dark underworld were creatures of all kinds live. The tree grows the darkest apples anyone saw, but I never knew why my parents never pick the fruit I always did and enjoyed the crunchy apples. There were nothing wrong with the apples I eat them all the time they were sweet with a tangy taste to them. How could something so dark be so bad. Even though everyone hated the tree I liked it. The tree reminded of how my life is just a waste that no one will notice or remember. Storys will be told that aren't true about your life that you were that everyone thought you were like a freak. Sitting down on one of the huge roots that stuck up from the cold dead ground laying my book in my lap grabing my old raven feather pen and ink bottle out of my jacket pocket.
" You know your pen is getting old let me get you a new feather to use."
" No im good with this one koga."
" But victoria."
" No buts koga i refuse to depart from my pen now drop it."
The reason I never wanted a new feather was because the one I got came from a raven that always stayed on this tree when we first moved here. One day the raven disappered and never came back leaving a feather behind so i used the feather and made my own ink using coal and water. Hoping the raven would come back, but as time pass i got older staying the same dark low life girl i was 9 years ago now i was 16 about to be 17 in 2 days my mother so excited planning my 17 birthday party. It was just another number just ment that i was getting older.
" Koga you told me when i was 6 that you were to serve me in anyway right, but why me."
" My master told me to victoria."
" Can you tell me who your master is now since im nearly 17 now."
" No i can't you will understand why in the future victoria."
" I also wonder why you make me write things in this book when im the only one reading it."
" Your not the only one reading it victoria my master is too. Its a magic book he see's what you write's."
" Why dosen't he just come and ask me himself."
" He can't he is stuck in a few situations."
Looking back down at the book seeing its black silk cover glimmer from what little sun we had. Opening the cover fliping to a clean page quickly writing down If you want to learn more about me show yourself to me stop hiding. Rising my eyes up to koga seeing his wrap up body only few bits and pieces were skin. His long black bair and crimson red eyes. Noticing that the ground below him started to turn black.
" Koga"
His eyes turning to a bright white. The blackness spreading quick to the tree to were i am. Lifting my legs up . The tree started to fade darkness covered the ground a black hole appered and started to suck up the tree and myself. Roots of the tree pop up out of the ground. Seeing it turn from a midnight black to a bloody red. Sinking myself in the tree when..................................
