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Dying with a blade in my heart is the finest way to perish.
Blades interest me.
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Exhausted, I withdrew the black, pointed knives off my dartboard. It was the dawn of another day; I had been in this cottage for ages. One side of me believes living in a cottage is pleasant, the other part believes it’s the worst decision I’ve ever made. I am part mortal, yet I didn’t regard myself as one. None of us did.
The trees cast an immense shadow as the sun ascends higher in the blue sky. I entered my cottage with dark logs that stood in the clearing as the dry orange leaves crunched under my brown boots. As I tiptoed up the brittle brown stairs towards the rear door lined with scratches, a wolf howled.
I made my way into the kitchen that had a similar smell of a bakery. It had a u-shaped kitchen with a dark wood floor, white cabinets that had emerald plants flowing through the top, and a light maple wood countertop with a large window in front of the sink that light beamed through it. After rinsing my hands, I opened the rustic drawer and released my blades as if they were a newborn baby. My mother owned them and my gut churned at thought of losing them.
I could hop through realms from the human world “Earth” to Sellenia from time to time. My capacity to jump hadn’t performed in 8 months for… reasons. Every chance I tried to, my body constantly got stuck between the realms and moved me back to Earth. Then I would punch my punching bags until my palms turned bruised that night.
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I had a friend. She repeatedly announced, “Adora, you’re going to end up only if you force everybody out.” I roll my eyes every time I imagine her saying that. That friend passed, and I sobbed to bed every night. When I was at Sellenia, I had my mom. We talked with the sea monsters. The dragons were there once. They fled away when they saw me. But never did I let the information that their fire turned a tree to ashes in seconds, or that their wings had the power to summon tornadoes out of thin air to distance myself.
Never heard an individual in the Black Forest when I was there. Never noticed if anybody lived in those woods, or if they wandered through it.
I studied at my view on the mirror above the rustic drawer. I looked the same since the last time I checked. My eyes were round and dark earthy brown, my skin was a dark shade of brown. Pulling back my coiled hair, I tensed as I traced the bruises on my face; I stepped upstairs into my room. I looked under my wooden bed with white bedsheets and yanked the metal trunk towards me. I opened the trunk and grabbed the ointment my mom had handed over to me. She offered it to me when a tree kicked me off and I was groaning in torment. After spreading it on my bruises, I trudged back downstairs to create tea. The most interesting thing about the human world.
The kettle whistled as I grabbed a mug. As the hot boiling water gathered in the cup, I detected those hushed whisperings… again. “5..”
No, not this again!
Looking around, I grabbed an old knife.
“What do you want from me?”
“I’ve got a knife,”
“five of them,”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been saying this over and over.”
“NO! STOP, PLEASE,”
“They’re coming,” the voice said dripping of excitement
“What are you talking about?” I asked as a pool of emotions moved through my brain.
Falling to the floor, unable to hold myself up, feeling a pounding pain through my head
It’s even worse, why is it worse?
“What do you want, I’ve done nothing,” I begged while pulling my hair
“Who are you,”
And it all begins
It ALL begins
“What begins, what do you mean someth-” was all I could utter before everything went dark.