Relying on Darkness [Side Project]

Prologue

Prologue

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been afraid of two things: the dark- and death.

I was afraid of the strange creatures I might find lurking in the shadows if I stared into it long enough. And I have been absolutely terrified of dying ever since a girl who slept next to me in Our Lady of Refuge Orphanage told me the story of how her family had been brutally murdered before her very eyes. It was mostly because of that, and of all the horror stories about ghosts and nearly anything imaginable I would stay up reading at night that I spent half my life freaking out because I couldn't stand being alone for five minutes, let alone in the dark.

I would have never thought I’d find solace in the two things that had once scared me so much.

All those stories and tales I used to rread had something in common- foreign, distant lands, dark creatures, breathtaking adventures, witty sidekicks, an evil witch, a noble gentlamen and a girl.

Always a girl, simple, different, beautiful, special; a brave girl with a good sense of humor and pretty much everything, right?

Right? Meaning that this, all of this was supposed to happen to a girl like that, never to someone like me.

Then why did it? What made me so special? Other than being an illegitimate child, nothing.

All that being said, my name is Blake, I am sixteen years old and I can still remember the day I died.

Most people would say I’m joking, I’m really not. Others would argue that I shouldn’t think of that, that I'm exaggerating, that it’s a horrible thing to say or think about.

But it’s the truth, and every night I still have nightmares about it…

My sister, her friends, their cold, firm hands tightly upon my neck, the blood red veins that resembled vines made their eyes stand out. The sickening crack of my neck…

I can still remember the day I came back too; I guess the memories of me coming back are the worst, considering that sometimes I wish I hadn’t come back at all. Note the sometimes; those are the few days I can honestly say I wish I was never turned and brought back here.

For all it’s worth, me coming back, it has only put the people I care about in even more danger.

It has made me the freak among the freaks. It’s made me dangerous; it has blinded me and made me turn against the people who trusted me the most.

If I could take it all back, I would, trust me I would.

But I can’t, and there’s nothing I can do about it.