"No blood, No pain"
-Tala
I step out of the cold house. If you would even want to call it a house. Its so small a coffee table is the dinner table. No one could really live there, yet somehow I could manage to stay alive inside of that cramped up apartment.
Pulling up the milky white hood, I walk out of the small driveway meant for a car. I can feel the iced over cold glares of my neighbors on my short frame. "Push them off, child" I can feel Nirals presence once again. Right, Niral is going to have to be annoying again today. She always is. I mean like, really, as if I didn't already know to push off the mean stares of others. How long have I been alive?? Oh right, 18 fucking years, I'm not a damn child either. All I did was wish for love, look what I just Had to end up with. I swear when people say "be careful what you wish for" there are very right. Meditation kept me alive, but doing that led me to discover Niral. my therain was... interesting for a wolf. In this world there are magics, known to be bared deep in the earth. Not all are aware how common they are. Most people go though their entire lives without a whisper of magic. I, on the other hand, have to deal with the more annoying type of it. I would go as far to say that I hate Niral, but sadly I can't hate her. Although she is a little bitch(literally if ya think about it) she is like a mother to me.
Work work work, that's all I want to do. At least it is according to Mary. She is my best friend, adorable at that. I love to work. I mean, as much as you can when your life is hell.
I could see my sharp breath fading away after each exhale. The previous night had been too snowy for my tastes, that left snow on the ground. My feet crush the depletion leaves on the sidewalk in which I was walking. Well, just another mile to go.
I didn't eat this morning. I don't really need to. I can survive with only 1 meal a day. And that's dinner. Although I get hungry, there is no point in eating when your just going to die anyway. My wrists were hurting, but as long as their is no blood there is no real pain.
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Running In London
Fantasy......:::::: Be Careful What You Wish For ::::::...... 18 year old Tala is in a deep pit of self pity and anxiety after her family's passing. The drunk, murdrous father she never claimed as her own happened to get caught before her life could have b...
