She first came to me on an unusually cold summer's night, in that space between dream and reality. As I looked down at my hands, I saw my blood and felt the pain. That bit was real. But as I looked up, I locked eyes with a girl whose face could only be compared with that of an angel. That's how I knew I was dreaming.
I watched her silver hair dance around her face as she walked a couple steps closer before coming to a halt in front of me. Something about her was strangely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. She cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at me as if to ask what I was doing here. She focussed on my blood which splattered against the white floor, as if her observation would give either of us the answer.
What was I doing here?
I tried to scream but my nothing came out when I opened my mouth, only a shaky breath clouded the cold air. The young girl knelt in front of me and tapped an unusually long, metal nail on the bloody ground. Her beautiful face was filled with something I couldn't quite read. Anger? Confusion? No, intrigue.
"Who are you?" she asked.
But I didn't know the answer.
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The Venom In You
ParanormalIn a world where class is determined by whether or not you are born with magic, Chiyoko is one of the unlucky ones. A Normal, born with no magic, no opportunities and no life worth living. But things change after her seventeenth birthday when family...
