My hands twitch as lifeless as they seem. There's still life in me. Till when?
The next step might be my end.
There no more strength in me to write. I wanted to tell him. To apologize to him, I needed to protect him. And yet I had failed at it. Black blood has made my body too weak to even write my thoughts out. I wish I had done it earlier but today sitting at the table. The lamp and papers being the only thing from what life in me can be sensed. I admit my defeat. My dark bedroom, would soon be even darker.
"Your Sister
Anna"
I stare at the word sister after ending the letter. The word seems deep. Deeper than an ocean. The word seems to capture me. To capture me to my own stream of conciousness and In a sparkle of second. The letters overcome me. The letters, the words are all over the room. In dancing alphabets I see my life. A contsant struggle for nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Black Blood( book 2) Anna's story
Художественная прозаHope to Anna, is just a word. With black blood, a fatal disease at it's peak Anna tells the story of her life.
