Curses come in various forms and always have a catch. Some can kill, others disorient your way of living. There are several curses that can be lived with, and some that can be a pain to deal with.
My curse was one I had no knowledge of until I turned twenty two. About eighty percent of life is spent writing things on paper with ink or a pencil. That at least, is the statical probability I would think that humans go through paper and ink more than other resources. I had no knowledge of my curse seeing that, I had spent my whole life with my adoptive family, and had no knowledge base in knowing that my blood linage had been cursed by a powerful mage centuries ago.
Little did I know that a completely different world was opening itself up to me, on this rather eventful morning."Melly! Are you awake." My brother Cole whined through my closed bedroom door.
I had a bit of dried drool on the side of my mouth from having fallen asleep at my desk. I was working on a literature piece, a short story for my english professor Mr. Girth.
I more or less spent most of the night procrastinating on doing it because I hated writing-
The door swung open and I looked over at Cole with his messy black hair that had a slight cow lick on the left side. He rubbed his right eye and walked over to me to give me a good morning hug like usual.
I gave him a light pat on the head and stretched my stiff back. I checked the clock and it read 6:30am I didn't have class till noon. I sighed in relief being glad that I was on a college schedule and not a high school one anymore.Community college was a slightly rough breeze, if you were a lazy procrastinator. Which is a skill I had mastered by the time I graduated high school. A quality of mine I both loved and hated. I removed some of my hair that had gotten stuck to the side of my face as I slept and yawned loudly.
Getting up hurt worse than I originally imagined and I remembered why I hated falling asleep at my desk. That awkward stiffed slant really kicked me in the butt when I stood upright. Cole wondered off to find the contents of his breakfast before doing anything else.
I could hear the crunching of a pop-tart wrapper and the click of the toaster. The smell of strawberry filling weaving its way into the air.
"The breakfast of fast paced champions" as my father called it.
I chuckled at the thought, and reached out to grab a pencil to scribble down a thought and an electric shock hit my fingers that stunned my senses."OW!" I almost screamed and shook my hand my fingers burning and tingling. I shuddered slightly at the shock and looked back at the pencil cautious with wether or not to pick it up again.
I shook my head and walked out of the room in a tank top and sweats my usual pajama attire. The same routine list on the fridge left by my mother, instructing me to drop off Cole in school and make sure he isn't late. The grocery list attached to it to pick up some rice and chicken on the way back from class.
I rolled my eyes as I walked up behind Cole and planted a kiss on top of his forehead and he slid over a napkin with a warm pop-tart on it.
I bit into it, the way someone impatient would bite into a hot pocket and I felt the rejective sting of heat burn my tongue and swell up in my mouth.
We ate in silence and then I snapped him into his morning routine to get washed up and get dressed."Make sure to grab a jacket little troll, weather says its gonna rain." I called out to him as he disappeared into the tiny labyrinth of our home once again.
Cole didn't protest and he was quick he gathered his school textbooks and grabbed a jacket.
I slid on my light grey hoodie that was left on the couch and some slippers and grabbed my keys.
As we walked out the door and I took a moment to the lock our deadbolt I realized my brother was turning thirteen this year, he was becoming a teen he wasn't going to be that snotty little kid anymore that followed me around everywhere.
My dark blue 2007 Honda Accord sat in our driveway and Cole eagerly ran and climbed into the passenger seat. He shivered as the car breathed to life when I turned the ignition. I turned up the heater the morning being slightly chilly and the clock now reading 7:15am.
The car ride went as usual peaceful, and Cole just gazed out the window at the passing fields going into town again. Passing the park and the rows of homes, and other people climbing into their cars, to begin their usual routine."You didn't grab an umbrella." Cole says breaking the silence.
"No worries, Ill just sprint inside when I get back home." I answer him as we were nearing our first stop at the 177th intersection with 86th street.
He gave a slight shrug and up until now everything had been going smoothly but an eerie feeling began to creep up inside me. That kind of gut feeling you get when you know something is about to happen but you're not sure what. I turned left and turned up the radio a bit the sky looking dull grey and the sun barely beginning to bring some color into it.
I came to a stop on our second intersection which was 86th street with 76th street. I looked both ways and hit the gas, it was in that moment that time seemed to slow for a brief second as Cole turned to look at me and grin. A truck came speeding down the roadway at least 90 mph and collied into us on the right hand side where Cole was sitting.
I heard the crunch of the metal door, and a glass break. My tires squealed loudly against the road pavement and I was airborne. I felt something hit me in the face and a distant crash. With a loud thud I was back on the ground again, and my head was spinning.
Everything throbbed, I blinked slightly trying to focus and the first thought that came to mind was Cole.
Frantically, I looked over and tried to speak, but my mind was fried. I couldn't find the right words. My brain and thoughts were all over the place. I felt something damp on my legs.
There was blood everywhere when I looked over at the passenger side. The door was crushed inward and the air bag was deployed, and there he was with glass stabbed into the side of his head. His head was bleeding and a portion of the door was crushed into his side.
I began to scream, but the sound was distant, muffled like it was being heard through a pillow. This was a nightmare, nothing but a nightmare. I reached over and touched him to see if he would move.
He was unresponsive and sat there still. He looked almost like he was asleep. I patted him again to see if he would move. Nothing.
Unaware of anything else except my brother in the passenger seat, another driver had come to a stop near by and gotten out of his car. His hazard lights blinking as he walked over to my door, my breathing increased rapidly. I felt like I wanted to puke, what would I tell my mom? How could I explains something like this?"Ma'm are you okay?" The voice came and I slowly registered their presence.
I still couldn't speak my mind wasn't registering this as real. One of my hands was still gripping the steering wheel tightly the knuckles turning white.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked.
I couldn't find the answer. I didn't remember I didn't know what was happening. I didn't want to move everything was frozen. I wanted to rewind time.
I didn't know how long it was before I saw red and blue flashing lights and heard sirens the thought of calling the police hadn't crossed my mind. A medic approached my door and it was forced open. I looked at the man, not knowing his face, confused.
"Can you move?" He spoke slowly and gently. Somehow I found the will to nod.
Cole.
They needed to help Cole.
"Can you tell me your name?" He said, and I shook and I found my voice again.
"My brother, my brother needs help." I managed. My voice sounded foreign abnormal, the pain was kicking in and so was the head splitting sensation that steadily grew inside my head. my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton balls: I could hardly hear a word that was being spoken to me.
The man nods and signaled another medic team.
"Don't be alarmed by the sound of crunching metal they are getting your brother out of the car." He said quietly. Even though I knew the man was trying to keep me relaxed, everything he said sounded like gurgled baby noises.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked again and checked my pulse. 'Name' the only word I understood from the other noises he was making.
"Melissa." I say and my head began to throb again.
Within a moments notice I moved and threw up on the ground the contents of a pop-tart and juice from this morning. The medic didn't look the least but repulsed at the act of my vomiting almost on his shoes he just soothed me.
I leaned back in my seat and tried to focus on the series of questions I was being asked but the moment I reclined back into the car, my vision blurred and failed and everything went black.
YOU ARE READING
Blood Ink
Fantasy[irregular updates in the process of revisal ] //fantasy // paranormal // romantic// ------- Melissa Di Cairo is twenty two years old, up until now she lived a rather ordinary life with her parents and younger brother Cole. As an adopted child who n...