I threw my desk across the room, screaming as I did so. How the fuck could my parents be so fucking selfish. I was their child too. Not just her. If that wasn't bad enough she was bringing Her. I had said goodbye to Her five years ago because I was promised I would never be tempted by Her again. I couldn't go through it all again
I sank onto my bed, my breathing heavy. If I thought about Her I could still see Her pale skinned ovular face which was framed by a mane of red and decorated with eyes that were pools of violet. Her dressed in her usual flannel shirts or vest tops and wearing dark blue jeans. And if I really, really thought about her I could still smell Her scent of rose and I could hear the bells in Her laughter. And if I got lost in thought, I could feel Her almost as if She were next to me. I could feel Her kiss. I could feel Her breath on my skin.
I sighed. Worse. I could smell Her blood.
As if on cue, my throat burned. It burned as it always did when I thought of Her. She was the drug I couldn't escape, my own personal opiate. Maybe I didn't want to escape from Her. I didn't. But I had to. Despite my wishes, I looked down. Another reminder. I fought so hard but my desire won, I stared at my finger and my breath caught. The silver ring was on my right ring finger. The silver ring with the feather. The feather I calved. Her feather.
I could escape her. Her. She. The girl. It was no use. There was no avoiding Her name.
"I guess I'll see you soon Alice Roslin."
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Heavenly Blood
ParanormalAlice Roslin, just your average girl. Or perhaps not. The only certainties in Alice's life are the last five years. The rest feels fractured and out of place but has to be her past. There is no other explanation. That is until she goes on holiday wi...
