Wherever there is light, there are dark shadows.
The kingdom is broken into two. Two places that have become the different colours of the chess game.The throne is empty, while the dynasty is vulnerable. The dark is cast upon everyone's fate. They ar...
....................***.................... ________________________________________________________________________________ When our hearts are hungry, We all eat lies.
By f**kology ________________________________________________________________________________ .....................***.....................
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Everyone was locked away inside their dorms. The silence was prying in the empty hallways. The curfew had began once the clock struck 10:00 pm, no one dared to step out. They were all afraid of the patron, Mrs. Quatrainne's igniting temper.
But not everyone was in their beds tucked, chatting or smiling. Everyone except Parvati.
She managed to sneak back into the ashram ( school for spiritual guidance) without anyone noticing, anyways how would they, she did it every day.
Parvati was staring at her reflection in the mirror with disgust. Her hair sleek black a complete contrast to her pale skin. Violet pools of mystery stood out as her best feature but Parvati hated them, her eyes. Her face reminded her of hersins, she thought she had committed.
She sighed grabbing a sharp metal out of the drawer. Her savior. A blade.
Without a second thought, she slide the blade across her smooth wrist. Relaxing, she breathed slowly, savoring the moment. Parvati was like tiger, strips all over her arms. No matter what she did, accomplished or even learnt, her hands had to find the blade.
Tears rolled down her cheek when she realized that she could never really live without cutting. Cutting to run away from her past.
Parvati's head snapped towards the door when she heard footsteps outside in the doorway. She immediately realised that the smell of dread and blood had seeped through the doorway. Annoyed by the fact everyone in the ashram (school for spiritual guidance) was trained to sense feeling, she immediately wiped the pool of blood and tried to mask her feeling.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door and knew it was Mrs Quatrainne, doing her daily inspection. Parvati was greeted by Mrs Quatrainne's jolly smile, exaggerated by a red lipstick.
Mrs Quatrainne smirked as she spoke through her façade."Parvati, you ok? I kinda felt some dread. If you want I can comfort y—"
Parvati shut the door. Sick of her presence. She hated pretenders, who had committed sins and weren't slapped by karma. She heard rushed footsteps signaling Mrs Quatrainne was leaving, followed by a mumbling: 'that bitch'. Parvati laughed hearing what people thought about her. Like she'd care.
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