Everything is going to be okay.
Everything I-.
Why can't I speak? I can only think to myself.
"Layla?"
Where are you you jackass.
I try to open my eyes and it's to bright. What in the fuck happen?
"What the fu-."
"Shasta?"
Why do I hear my name?
I open my eyes wider to see my mother and father standing over my bed.
Moms holding my hand and dads lighting a cigarette.
I know it's a hospital but he owns it and does as he pleases with it.
My father is a tough looking guy.
He's 6'1 with jet black hair and tan skin like mine. Tattoos cover his body and he used to be in a gang. This was years before I was born.
He left it when he met my mother.
I got his eyes and my mother's nose and lips.
As well as her shortness...
She's only 5'2 with whitish hair. I know white but it's her odd feature.
"What happen?" Is all I can say.
"There was an incident. We're not sure but we know it was gang related."
I silently nodded and took a deep breath when I tried to move.
"Be careful but if you wanna know there was a total of 10 casualties." My mother says saddened.
"Mom? Who died that I knew?"
I say getting furious more and more.
"Layla's friend was shot three times in the head." My father says flicking ashes into a tray.
"If their smart, they will stay millions of fucking feet away from my little girl. Or so god help them, I will drag their souls to hell myself."
He says pulling out his gun checking the bullets.
Jesus we are a very odd family.
"Who was it though?"
"It was Kayla." My brother says opening the door in time.
—- A week later ——
"Fuck!" I say attempting to stand up again for the 30th time today.
I was shot in my leg and it somehow missed bone and other stuff.
"Whoever did this I will find you and kill you."
I say clenching my jaw in pain.
I will hunt them down.
There was a hidden part of me.
It was dark. The native elders were right.
" There are two wolves and they are always fighting. One is darkness and despair, the other light and hope. Which one wins? The one you feed."
And I havnt fed the darkness in a while.
——————Sorry it's short af loves
Just been busy adulting.
I will be making longer chapters but for now I added a little update!
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Darkest Hour
RomanceShasta is your typical girl, sorta. She works hard and others think she's happy. Inside she's drowning and crying for help. Her depression and anxiety are eating at her. Her heart is one way but her head is another. Shasta meets Atlas.The dark forc...