'Run'
'Run'
'Run'
Those were the last word my mother told me before she was shot. I'll never forget the horror of seeing an 'other' shoot my mother in the head when I was nine. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember the black blood spilling out of my leg as I ran into the woods. Till this day, I have never left the woods and I don't plan to. Or so I thought. I thought that I would die here just like how I lived here. I was wrong.
I was in a pitch black hole.
I was drowning in darkness.
However, I was saved....
Or so I thought
The person that saved me
Was
The same person that would cause me more pain
But I let myself believe that I was worth saving
In the end I was left even more broken....
Let me start from the beginning
Let me share
My pain
My sorrow
My grief
Let me share
MY STORY
YOU ARE READING
My Little Nighter
خيال (فانتازيا)In the magical world of Wave there are lowly Reds, Slivers, and Nighters. The Reds are 'normal' humans. They do not possess the powers that the Slivers and Nighters do, they are the slaves, they are the dogs. The Slivers are hybrids. Some animals an...
