Shadow Blood

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Alex

"Blood to Blood, Magic to Magic. They are coming for you, you must be ready. Embrace your blood. Protect the balance."

Then a burn, an agonizing burn spreading over my body. Unable to make noise as I'm being burned alive.

"They come to purify, they come to destroy, they come t- GET THE FUCK UP!"

I shot up in my bed, sweat beading down on my forehead and body.

"Fucking hell Alex!"

I looked down to see my older brother Matthias on the floor cradling his nose. He wasn't bleeding so he'll live.

"I was screaming again, wasnt I?" I asked, tired.

His face fell, nodding, "Yea, but it was louder this time...worse."

I looked around my room, it was a mess, covers and pillows blanketed the floor, of which I definitely threw off. I was covered in sweat, stains were probably where I was laying down.

Disgusting.

I looked to my brother, "I'm going to take a shower"

He nodded and made his way out, "Alright just come downstairs after you do, mom and dad wanna talk to you."

I rolled my eyes but agreed anyways. They always want to talk after I this happens, hoping to pry whatever I had dreamed out of me. How would I explain to them what I see, how it's always a mixture of the same things, darkness, the same message, and the feeling of being burned alive.

They would just send to therapy again, and I hate the therapist, he smells like mothballs.

I walked into my bathroom after stripping my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. To say the least, I looked like complete shit, my hair was matted from sweat and the dark circles had become more prominent against my light tanned skin. I examined my body some more, as I always did after my nightmares, finding very deep, crusted over nail marks on my arms.

I probably did that to myself in my sleep.

Taking a deep breath I put rubbing alcohol on my cuts and took a shower, letting the warm water relax my constantly tense muscles. I threw on some clothes and walked downstairs to see my parents waiting for me on the couch.

"You know I never remember what happened when I wake up," I lied as I made my way downstairs, not making eye contact with either of them.

My mother smiled softly, "We arent going to ask about anything we just want to check on you."

That's what you always say.

I still took my seat on the armchair across from the love seat they both sat on, the only thing separating us being the coffe table with my father's coffee mug on top of it.

My father grabbed his cup of coffee, leaving at a ring of water on the glass tabletop, "Do you think you need to go to therapy Alex?"

My eyebrow, what an irritating question, "No, it's a waste of money and time. Specifically my time."

"We think that Dr.Dreski helps." my mother chimed in.

I shook my head, "He asks questions that I don't how to answer, and then he asks why I dont know how to answer. All he does is create more questions for me. I am not going back to that fu-"

"-Language." My mother sternly interrupted.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, "I am not going back to that god forsaken office."

My dad set down his coffee mug ,looking to mom, the two of them sharing a sad smile. It was like they hoped I would choose to go back to that damned office.

My father reach a hand over to mom, taking her hand in his, "Son, we... well we were given an offer."

I couldn't help but narrow my eyes, "What do you mean an offer."

"We looked into schools that would enroll you, and with your grades there were many, but the only problems were your mental needs Alex..." my mother explained.

"I can't get accepted into a good college because I have fucking nightmares? Now that's hilarious," I grumbled.

My father sighed, "You are going to a good school, a great school in fact," my dad moved to grab his mug, taking another sip of coffee, "We found a school that is a challenge for you and can take care of your...issues."

"That's one way to put it," I snorted.

"You'll be moving there in a week," my father deadpanned.

I shot up from my spot on the couch, "A week?! Moving?! I just graduated a few days ago, not to mention that I graduated a year early! I have barely had time to have fun with my friends, hell I haven't even gotten good sleep in the past few days! And your going to send me off to a boarding school?"

My dad stood to tower over me, making sure I got his point, "We have already made the arrangements, you are leaving in one week and that's final."

I made hard eye contact with him, "At least what is the name of this school? Since I'm going against my will and all."

"Its called Danvers School for Gifted Youths, it's in Danver...Massachusetts," my mother chimed in, although she had gotten more quiet toward the end of her sentence I still heard her, I'm being sent to a completely different state.

I didnt even have the energy to argue with them anymore, "Can I at least spend my week here with my friends?" I mumbled.

My parents looked at each other, in wordless conversation, before my father nodded.

"Ok I'll be going to Sarah's in an hour."

After that I went up and washed my sheets, cleaning the rest of my room while I waited for them to be done. After I made my way to Sarah's house.

Dreading the news I would have to give her.

Rebecca and James Farley, parents of the fucking year.
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Thank everyone so much for giving my story the time of day. I've actually written, and deleted, a lot of stories on Wattpad due to confidence issues but this time I'm just gonna go for it and write. I hope everyone likes it.