Angel's pov.
"In that box was a picture of me.My clothes were worn out and a blood soaked band-aid wrapped around my eyes..and there was blood..lots of it. .covering my face"
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Angel is a 19 year old living with his abusive father..the love of her l...
"Angel!"I woke up when my father yelled my name banging my bedroom door.This is the start of my daily routine every single day..
Hell knows how much I hate this man who calls himself my father..
"Angel!wake up!!You worthless ungreatful little shit!Go and make me some breakfast!"He yelled again,kicking the door open.
I sprang up from my bed and started running to the bathroom.. With my hand on the doorknob I pushed the door open and was about to enter but a strong arm yanked me bank and I fell on the floor hitting my head.With tears in my eyes I screamed when he started dragging me out of my bedroom by my hair cursing me all the way to the corridor.He dragged me by my hair towards the stairs and pushed me..I stumbled and slipped... I fell down the stairs..when I finally reached down I hit my head with something hard and the last thing I heard before passing out was my dad screaming that I was the worst thing that ever happened to him.
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I looked in his emrald orbs...his dark brown hairs perfectly framing his face..He is so tall..I reach his chest..He is 6 feet..a foot taller than me! I looked in his green eyes and He looked into my blue one's.. "Angel.." I love the way his tongue caress my name.. "I miss you so much" I whispered.. He took out something from his backpocket and handed it to me.. "Happy birthday Angel..I know that the past 19 years of your life have been hell..but not anymore..I believe in you..My Angel will find her heaven..you have to fight it Angel..You have to fight them"
'His angel' were the only two words I interpreted..the rest of whatever he said was a blur to me..I stepped closer..he leaned in..I wrapped my arms around his neck and my heart skipped a beat..I leaned closer and whispered in his ears.."I will fight it, Gordon,I promise I will" He wrapped his arms around my waist and we hugged for what seemed like eternity.." "Open your present Angel" I pulled away from him and looked at that peculiar black box in my hand..I opened it and..
I screamed..I screamed until no more voice came out of my throat..
In that box,there was a picture of me.. My clothes were worn out.. a dirty blood soaked band-aid wrapped around my eyes..and blood..lots of it..covering my face..
With trembling voice I asked"What the hell is thi-"I couldn't finish my question..I just couldn't..I was paralysed with fear..My body was shaking so hard..and I couldn't do anything to stop it.. Gordon was nowhere in sight.. Instead..
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A clown?Yes it was a clown..a scary one.. His cataract-ridden eyes were lit up with malice as they stared at me.. His skin was loose and wrinkled.. His costume was soaked in blood..which I doubted was his own.. "My puppet"he said in his raspy voice pointing a bloody finger at me and started laughing.. It was horrific because his lips were sewn together.. I yelped in pain as I felt his hands taking hold of my sholders..his fingernails digging in my soft flesh.. He had a foul breath and he was tall..really tall..his slender body looked so fragile..but his hold on my sholders was strong.. "My puppet!!"He shouted again.. Expression of pure animosity on his face..I noticed a cross mark on his forehead,between his eyebrows.. I didn't knew what it meant.. In trembling voice I managed to ask "who are you?where is Gordon!"
He grinned..tearing his lips in the process as his stitches rip apart..to reveal broken ,yellow and crooked teeth..and then he answered in his blood-chilling voice"your master" I was shaking so hard under his malicious gaze..my heart was beating so hard that it was painful.. "Wake up"someone whispered.. The voice seemed distinct.. yet it felt like it was coming from inside of me.. "Wake up!Or else he will kill you!" My whole body vibrated when this female voice shouted..it was almost pleasant to hear.. I tried..I tried hard to wake up..but I really didn't know how to do so? "Stab yourself!Right in your heart!You will wake up." The voice said again.. And then I felt something in my backpocket..I reached for it and saw a knife.. I almost laughed at my situation..if I stay here any longer this lunatic clown will kill me..and if I want to get out of this place I would have to kill myself. The clown was glaring at me..his hold on my sholder tightened. I wasn't sure if I could trust this voice but what choice did I had. With shaky hand I held the knife and pointed it right at my chest..I was crying so hard..I was starting to get a headache..as if realising what I was about to do the clown screamed..the expression of malice changed into an expression of pure horror.. What was he afraid of?weird.. Without thinking I stabbed myself right in my heart..pain was everything I could feel..and before blacking out I heard an agonising scream..as if someone was dying apart from me...
Hey guys!! Blackout is my first ever book. I hope you like this chapter.. I will add on a new chapter every Monday.. If you like it or you wanna give me some ideas on how I should continue this book you are most welcome! I will be eager for your feedbacks! Your's truly. Riya
