W/N 4 chapters in one week. I can't believe it but Yay! The title is 'The weak attack the innocent, but Strength is found in victims.' Again, if anything is confusing or you have a question, ask me! I know it may say you read this or something but I just recycled an old question chapter so....
(Jay's POV)
Suddenly, everything turns black. I try to move but seem to be trapped in in some tiny closet. No, I'm trapped in a mirror. After a while of maneuvering I manage to turn around in time to see the last person I wanted to see. My father.
"Well, well, well. My little boy, all grown up and being what he will always be. A FAGGOT!" my father yells. He pulls out the exact same dagger Nathan once held and runs his fingers along the ridged edges.
"Did anyone ever inform you that if this exact glass breaks, the person encased in it will die." he grins maliciously before drawing a circle around my chest. A shooting pain goes through my body as the sticky red liquid flows down my chest.
"Y'know, when you were born me and your mother thought you were going to be a football player. Oh, you were quite the kicker. Never did I ever think you would become a dancer!" he sneered in disgust. He never did like that I used my strong muscles for such a "feminine" sport.
He begins to draw two, parallel lines in the mirror where my legs are, leaving my sweats blood soaked. He draws a leaf on the left line before connecting the to lines. He continues to make abstract lines along the mirror, leaving me gashed and bleeding.
"But I see you've become fairly strong for such a womanly boy. Let's see how strong you really are." he says, drawing an X in the circle. He slams the dagger into the mirror repeatedly, carving what seems to be some kind of flower, how shocking. I look down at Nathan's Chrysanthemum and feel something tighten. It's my wounds.
"My, my. What a pretty little rose I've made." he sighs in awe. I look up to see a rose carved in my mirror, how disrespectful! What is it with the flower theme though.
Suddenly, my father raises his dagger, aiming for the final blow. And the final must be the 'X', sort of like X marks the spot. I place my hand over the 'X' in hopes of stopping the blow. Instead, the glossy metal surrounding the flower shatters. Everything stops, as if frozen in time.
"The weak attack the innocent, but strength is found in the victims." My mind says uselessly. Thank you Obama!
Slowly, a sort of smoke travels up my fathers frozen body, leaving nothing behind. After what seems like forever, the dagger drops to the ground as Marrissa's fog enters the metallic rose.
The thing that kept me alive shattered entirely as a real, red rose began to fall towards the ground. It started to shift into a human-like rose, the closer it got to the ground. Quickly, I grabbed the demonic flower, forcing it to stay a flower. So I can't drop the flowers, how lovely.
Suddenly, a blinding light fills the room, leaving me dazed and warm. I timidly open my eyes to see nothing but the white light and my mirror frame...
W/N I just got my first phone and I'm so happy. I can now upload on the go! I hope you all liked the chapter. Please, I would LOVE some feedback. Thank you!
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