Chapter forteen
Insanity can be seen at its truest form in the eyes of every man. Insanity is easily and usually confused with the mind, but that’s a lie. No, insanity is the constant demand for success. Always trying, never getting it right. Truthfully I believe it comes from the saying ‘at first you don’t sussed, try, try again’. People shouldn’t listen or obey by this saying. It will lead you astray and take you down a road for pain and everlasting suffering. I remember trying once. After dad was killed, I wanted my mum to love me still; hoping that one day she would forgive me. I was at school. It had been one year since dad, and I was only starting to catch up on work I’d missed. I stayed late that day. I wanted to be good at something, and that something was English. My teacher called my mum and told her that she’d bring me home. Mrs Fisher walked me inside and said goodbye. That’s when my mother started beating me. She broke two ribs and my right arm. She left scars on my arms that never healed. When she finally stopped she took me to the hospital, telling them some outrageous story about how I thought I could fly. She said if I told them what really happened she’d burry me alive. Not for one moment did I doubt the vile bitterness in her words.
It had been four day’s since the arrival of Hypnos and his son Morpheus. I’ve been in brutal training; trying to recreate the ‘dream state’ that occurred in the cell with my father’s killer.
“Try opening your mind more” spoke a husky voice from behind me
“Morpheus, if you talk one more time I’m going to put you into an eternal sleep” said Hypnos from the edge of the lakes bank. I opened my eyes and stared at him in a contempt glared.
“And if you don’t shut it I might burn your arms off in your sleep” I said repositioning myself on the rock. Ah crap, my butts gone to sleep… “I think I need to walk around, I can’t feel my lower body.”
“Here, let me help” boomed a deadly voice, one I hoped never to hear here. I quickly shot up from the ground and dusted off my grey jeans, not looking behind me to face the cunning devil.
“That’s okay, I don’t need help.” I said bravely, but really I was shitting myself. I took a step forward but slipped and begun sliding down to the calm water. I screeched when a pair of strong muscular arms wrapped themselves around my fragile waist. He pulled me against him and took two steps back.
“Let go of me!” I yelled, clawing at his arm.
“A thank you would have be fine.” He hissed as he realised me. I turned and looked at him like he was an idiot, because he was. Like I was going to thank him! Suddenly have a burst of courage I stood straight with my hands on my hips leaning forward slightly.
“Why? You don’t deserve one Ares. Did you think that maybe I wanted to go for a swim? Of cause not! I have nothing to thank you for you jackass. You tried to kill me!” I boil over. I realised I was getting angry. Really, really angry. Like, as angry as I was when I dream hoped, and when the thread showed up in my hand……I nearly forgot about that thread. Uh…..wonder what it was? Maybe I should wonder latter. I could feel the pins and needles start running up my body, and my mind started clouding over. That’s when something happened.
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The Secrets of Death
Teen FictionI know Death, for I have stared him in the eye. He comes to me in my dreams. He is my Guardian, but holds no similarities as that of a Guardian angel. He is not my friend, nor my foe, but walks hand in hand with my enemies. Fate and Destiny, are no...
