Lucid Desire

Lucid Desire

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Something's are normal, and others are strange. Normal is going to college, staying in a dorm, partying until your heart's content. Strange is when your great aunt dies, leaving her house in your possession. Not only did I not know her, but none of our family was close to her at all. I didn't think anything of the strange and sudden caresses, but I should've. Sneak peak: He snapped his fingers in front of my face," Darling? Are you paying attention?" I awoke from my daze, my eyes snapping to meet his. I blinked a couple of times to clear the blur in them. " Who the hell are you?" His face turned from concerned to confused in the matter of seconds. He let out a wry chuckle, " This is not the time for games, love. We need to get ready for the party." I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head, " What party?" He gave a hearty laugh as he threw his head back, grinning. " Darling, our engagement party." I choked on air.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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