"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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Bianca
The illuminated red and blue lights had shined brightly, causing a slight purple hue as it lit up me. I stood on top of room of an office building next to the cinemaplex arena, my eyes heavy to the winds that decided to pick up as snow fell as gravity had pulled and the sky opened up.
I smiled as my tongue slid between my teeth, as my head titled back to welcome heaven. My body shivering as I stood in the cold weather, in nothing but a simple leather jacket and a tank top. My hands adjusted the beanie that had fell to the side, as people continued to lure in the streets.
All of them looking tiny from this spot as I had began to dance to the sirens, while catching all of the flurries that had greeted me. Footsteps coming up from behind, although I didn't have a thing to be scared of; That was inevitable and I just didn't find things scary anymore. Life is a perfect, and I'm gonna enjoy the damn thrill until the credits start to roll.
Being fearful was a waste of time, you couldn't truly live out your life. And that was because it was a made up emotion, just to keep you from doing all of the stuff that made people like me feel alive. I could literally sit here and count on the back of my hand all of the times I decided not to do something, which hasn't been many since it all ended up with me feeling like I did tonight.
Which means I had ended up doing it or I was very close to doing whatever came to mind, but for some time now it hasn't been just me. And I was grateful for it, since all it did was cause me to enjoy the acts of another. Besides I didn't like other people's company, no one was able to understand my mind. Not like my soulmate.
"It's so pretty." My voice sung out as I slid on the ice, gripping the pole before Floyd came into my view. "Come look at all of them."
My head turning back to the view of people, I could see my cousin sitting down on the edge of an ambulance. While the deputy from this isolated town spoke to her, I watched as she began to sob again while telling her side of the story.
God, she was full of her damn self, and I am completely tired of it. No one ever in their right mind would do the things that she does, but it was like she did it without a care in the world. I hated to admit that part, but it was definitely a trait that she had gotten from me.
After the both of us grew up together, I began to do my own thing in life. My mother spent a good amount of her time with pills in her old system, which is why she had trusted me with my very own free time. Which meant I had to grow up before everyone else, it didn't phase me at all though. I liked the idea of being so damn independent that no one had control over my actions, they all fell on my shoulders and it felt so damn good.
Once I hit the age of sixteen years old, my little innocent cousin had decided that I was a big role model to her. All she wanted to do was act like her fabulous cousin, getting away from the stiff life of high end designer purses and maids that cleaned up shıt if they had to do it.
