Prompt - birthday
White light shone through the room, the electronic beeping flowing out of the whirring machines and bouncing around the room.
The burns on my face itch and sting as I blink. My cloth-wrapped fingers flip through the book in my hands as Claire De Lune vibrates over the bouncing whirring and beeping of machines.
Aro is draped across my lap, his soft snoring making vibrations through my legs.
Eventually he wakes up, his glazed cinnamon eyes wandering all over the room.
I remove the bookmark from my mouth and set it in the dead center of my book.
I begin to run my hands through his hair, and a noise akin to a purr resounds from his throat.
"Mornin sleepyhead."
"Mornin birthday demon."
I scoff and my twin tails flick through the sheets. Warmly his chest begins to glow as smoke huffs out of his mouth.
"Bet this is one of your worst birthdays yet huh?"
"Why would you say that? All it is, is that I got holy water dumped on me while I was playing a tune on the iron bells with iron keys. And that my birthday is a reminder of how my family was slaughtered while all I did was hide."
"Exactly."
He adjusts his body so that his head is resting against my breast . When his hand brushes against my right side I sharply inhale and he immediately retracts his hand.
"Sorry."
"Eh, whatever."
Eventually the nurse comes in and shoos Aro off of the bed and out of the room.
"How are we feeling now oh very stupid demonling?"
"Like I want to rip your throat out and string your guts around the room like party decorations."
"Splendid!"
"Please kindly eat a sack of richards."
"Will not do!"
She begins walking towards me as my tails flail around my body and heat flows off of my body like fire in a vacuum. The nurse doesn't pay any mind to my fit and starts undoing the bandages all over my body.
Soft singing calms me into a slumber and within minutes the nurse is done and opens the door to let the blind reptile into the room.
Aro gingerly clambers into my lap, and spreads over my sleeping body.
"Happy birthday you dunce."
And as we both sleep the echoes of the void flows through the room like shrimp.
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Short stories from my creative writing class
RandomJust an assortment of the things that I have written. Will update every week with about 3 new short stories. This will last between my high school years I may not post the full version of some of the prompts due to some being photos
