The New Reviews

Since I LOVE HALLOWEEN and it is almost that time I think we will try and kick it off with some horror, thrills, and suspense. Except for the first book because I need to get it out of the way and stop pushing it away  >.<

1. A Million Junes By: Emily Henry

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For as long as “June” O’Donnell has been alive, her parents have had only one rule: stay away from the Angert family. But when June collides quite literally with Saul Angert, sparks fly, and everything June has known is thrown into chaos. Why has June an O’Donnell to her core never questioned her late father’s deep hatred of the Angert family? After all, the O’Donnells and the Angerts may have mythic legacies, but for all the tall tales they weave, both founding families are tight-lipped about what caused the century-old rift between them. Now June must question everything she knows about her family and the father she adored, and she must decide whether it’s finally time for her—and all the O’Donnells before her—to let go

 

2. Final Girls By: Riley Sager

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Ten years ago, college student Quincy Carpenter went on vacation with five friends and came back alone, the only survivor of a horror movie scale massacre. In an instant, she became a member of a club no one wants to belong to a group of similar survivors known in the press as the Final Girls. Lisa, who lost nine sorority sisters to a college dropout’s knife; Sam, who went up against the Sack Man during her shift at the Nightlight Inn; and now Quincy, who ran bleeding through the woods to escape Pine Cottage and the man she refers to only as Him. The three girls are all attempting to put their nightmares behind them, and, with that, one another. Despite the media’s attempts, they never meet. But now the girls are being hunted once again and are trying to find the Killer before he finishes the job.

3.The Lies She Told By: Cate Holahan

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Liza Jones has thirty days to write the thriller that could put her back on the bestseller list. In the meantime her husband, who is distracted by the disappearance of his best friend, Nick. Beth is a new mother who suspects her husband is cheating on her while she’s home alone providing for their newborn. Angry and betrayed, Beth sets out to catch him in the act and make him pay for shattering the illusion of their perfect life.
Then the lines between fiction and reality begin to blur. Nick’s body is dragged from the Hudson and Liza’s husband is arrested for his murder. Before her deadline is up, Liza will have to face up to the truths about the people around her, including herself. If she doesn’t, the end of her heroine’s story could be the end of her own.

 

4.Emma in The Night By: Wendy Walker

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From the bestselling author of All Is Not Forgotten comes a thriller about two missing sisters, a twisted family, and what happens when one girl comes back. One night three years ago, the Tanner sisters disappeared: fifteen-year-old Cass and seventeen-year-old Emma. Three years later, Cass returns, without her sister Emma. Her story is one of kidnapping and betrayal, of a mysterious island where the two were held. But to forensic psychiatrist Dr. Abby Winter, something doesn’t add up. Looking deep within this dysfunctional family Dr. Winter uncovers a life where boundaries were violated and a narcissistic parent held sway. And where one sister’s return might just be the beginning of the crime.

 

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The Mask

The light flickers in the distance as the snow danced to the song of the howling wind and the restless trees, the sky was painted in the darkest blue and gray as the moon was fighting to be seen from behind the fortress of clouds that seemed to be unmoving. The wind and snow had already bitten all the warmth from Zuri’s face and was starting to cut through the cotton gloves that she was now cursing because she had chosen the cute cotton and lace over the fur and leather that would have kept her hands warm, why did she always fall for appearance first when it came to making decisions, it was one of her major flaws and she knew it was but she could never seem to overcome this ever losing battle. She could not think about that now she had come all this way for one reason and she could not let herself get cold feet now, she let a small chuckle escape through her shallow and labored breathing due to the fact that she really could not afford to get cold feet because she still had a little more walking to do and at this time of night if she stopped to rest and fell asleep she would surely freeze to death before anyone came close to finding her body when the sun would eventually shower the world with warmth once again.

The Mask she wore was one that nobody else have ever seen or had ever even known about, she had kept it her secret for so long she was beginning to lose herself, her true self. She knew she would have to do this even if she would lose the one person who had meant the world to her, he was the reason she was out here dragging herself through this frozen hell, ” So stupid” she kept repeating the words to herself, this whole idea, she should have just took some sleeping pills and forced herself to fall asleep so just for a few hours she could stop existing, it was all getting too far out of hand she could no longer handle this torture, waking up every morning to a new face. She forgot what it was like to look at her own face did she have freckles or not? What color were her eyes? What did her hair look like? These were the questions she would ask herself every night when she would lay awake staring at the ceiling.

The Mask was something she had just stumbled across at a flea market in a town down by the coast where her grandmother had lived, her grandmother had always warned her about finding things down by the coast she always told her scary stories about the ghost and spirits that haunted the wharf. She would tell her stories of a women who used to seduce men into her home and drink their blood to stay young and when their wives would come looking she would cast a spell on them so they would kill themselves in some of the most painful of ways. She used to love to listen to these stories when she was younger but the older she got the more she thought her grandmother was starting to lose her marbles.

She thought the Mask was so beautiful and mysterious  it was painted black as charcoal with matching feathers around the temples creating a cat eye effect, black lace with glitter was sewn onto the mask with swirls and jewels covering spots where the lace met together, around the eyes black and silver interlocked in a dance that made you look directly into them and the black satin ribbon that was used to tie the mask to you, it was so enticing like it was calling to her promising her that magical things would happen if she did and so she bought the stupid thing.

She had forgotten all about it until the day her grandmother died and she went back to her house to collect some of her stuff from the room she had when she stayed there, she remembered buying it and had never tried it on and once she did she noticed it the change her hair shifted to the color of black itself it was almost purple in certain light, her eyes were blue and gray almost white in a strange way, her skin was pale which she grew tired of due to everyone thinking she was ill all the time, but her lips were always a crimson red no matter how hard she tried to tone them down they always returned to that red and her eyes were always covered with black eyeliner and mascara with a gray and black eyeshadow to match, she thought she looked like a bit gothic but everyone was always drawn to her it was like her looks were more inviting and seductive rather than dark and scary.

She got bored with the fact that no matter what guy she asked out they all said yes and had done whatever she asked until the day she ran into Raiden who seemed to careless about how she looked or what she wanted, they worked together on a book editing project for one of her close friends but her boss had made Raiden tag along and she soon found him to be the worst person in the world until the day they were both going to kill each other, or so she had thought he had back her against the wall of the hotel elevator and she was just about to raise her knee straight into his privates when he crushed his mouth against hers and she lost all of her feeling. It was a kiss that made everything vanish around them, it was a hungry kiss, one that had been building for so long she could not help but let him come back to her room. The next morning he had still been there and told her how crazy she drove him and how much he needed her and surprisingly she felt the same way.

That was why she had to do this she had to tell him the woman that he loved was not her, that the mask she wore was one of lies and once she told him he would find her crazy more and likely but she had to tell him let him see the true her even if she had to wear this mask for the rest of her life and he would never get to see the person she used to be, the one she asked herself about every night she could not lie to him anymore. She was going to tell him and even if he thought she was completely and broke up with her she knew he had the right to know, she would make him see the real her, make him see that she was serious.

 

I think cliffhangers are the best don’t you ❤

 

Come back tomorrow for the rest of the story!

 

She would never let herself love again

Reynne had been watching the man on the boat for about two weeks now. She kept trying to prolong the inevitable, she knew it would have to be done eventually. She had come to terms with herself a few days ago, she was obsessed with the young sailor. She could not decide if it was his chestnut brown, wind blown hair that dropped down just above his eyebrow when he didn’t brush it to the right side of his head, his chiseled jaw line that was covered with a five o’clock shadow. Maybe it was the way he looked in that deep black poet blouse that was always left open at the top to see the little hairs on his chest. She always loved looking at his eyes that mirrored the dark blue deeps of the sea when he would look out on the horizon as if longing for something or someone. She always dreamed about him one day being hers somehow, someway. It felt like someone put a harpoon though her heart when the elders sirens told her that she was of age now to perform the ageless drowning. It has always been a tradition, more of a law if you asked her, that when a siren comes to the age seventeen they must fine a sailor lure him to the water and kill them. She was free to choose whoever she pleased until Ravannah, the youngest elder, had seen her watching the ruggedly handsome man that she would never know the name of now and reported to the rest of the elders. The elders demanded that he be the one she lures for they are the sirens and men are the prey, for a mere man to lure a siren was a disgrace to their heritage. Now she spent her days watching him every chance she got before she had to do the thing she hated most. However she would not disgrace her mother and her elders, she knew what she must do. She then noticed the other ship that was headed straight for her loves. She noticed this ship was far more extravagant than the one she had been watching. It was filled with so many sailor and maids she had never seen so many people of one boat. The boat was painted of pure white as if a goddess had simple grew a tree of pure white wood. The sail of the ship was embellished with a crest of a lion with wings as blue as a blue jays. She watched it carefully from a farther distance behind the rocks no ship would dare come near. The sailors threw down two large boards so they may cross from one ship to the other. She moved a bit closer to see if they posed a threat to her dear love. That was when she seen her, a woman with hair that seemed to be made of pure moonlight and she wore a dress the was as rich a red as the coral she sometimes like to keep in her cave, with gold embroidery down the front. It was as in the sea had been drained of all the water, like her life would soon end right before her eyes as she tried to suck air into her lungs. She noticed as she got closer that the woman who was heading straight to her love, was pregnant as she walked with a hand holding her lower stomach as if to show it off to everyone. Reynne watched horrified as the two embraced each other then kissed a long, slow, passionate kiss. Reynne had seen enough she would watch this no longer, she made her way closer to the ship until she was right beside it. Then Reynne started to hum a soft low hum. Once she found her rhythm she let out her song of the depts, it was a soft tone as if it were a baby lullabies but it was dripping with lust. Her voice was made of pure velvet and was the promise of heaven on earth. She let her pain and rage flow into her song until she seen the men all turned to her. “Come to me my sweet, sweet things. I am your god and you are my king. Follow me into the sea. Where I can give you everything. Lust, love, or gold I am yours to control.” The maids and the she devil of a woman watched as many of the sailors unconsciously and uncontrollably walk off the boat and into the sea. Still her love was standing there listening but not moving, the woman quickly grabbed her love and dragged him away from the edge. Reynne refused to give up she would not let this woman keep him from her he would be hers. She sang louder and the louder she sang the harder the woman pulled. Soon the other sirens had come to watch and to take advantage of the men who were already in the water. He was almost there just a few more steps then he would be all hers. The woman above was screaming for someone, anyone to help but no one was left they were being held below deck by the maids or were already in the water. He was standing on the edge now and the woman was sobbing now begging him to come to his senses. Reynne took joy in her pain she loved that she could her this woman who hurt her. The woman lost her grip and fell back she scrambled desperately to grab any part of him but it was no luck. Reynne watches as he drops in the blue water but notices Ravannah grabs him first. She swims as fast a she could to get him before it’s too late. She makes it to Ravannah and digs her nails deep into her arms. Ravannah wails in pain and lets go of the her love, he tries to swim to the surface. Reynne makes her way to him just before he hits the surface and drags him down with her. Finally she gets her chance she crushes her face against his desperate and hungry for his kiss. She runs her fingers through his hair and wraps herself around him savoring every moment of this kiss. She only stops when he notices he is not kissing her back. She looks at his handsome face being so close to him she could now see a small cut along his jawline and his beard is a little more grown out. There was something wrong though his face was more purple than she remembered, she carried her gaze to his deep sea blue eyes they were glazed over and he was blankly staring at her. She lets him go horrified, she sobs at what she has done. She let her greed and desire controle her and she killed the man she loved so much. She hated herself while the other sirens and the elders were proud of what she had done here today. Love was too painful and unforgiving, she kept asking herself why she could not just let him go and be happy. Instead she hated that he was happy with that other woman who carried his baby. She would never forgive herself nor would she let herself fall in love again.

The True soul of a monster: part 2

The sea was cold and black just like everything else in her life, dull and cold, she refused to let anything into her life even her sister, she cared for her dearly yes but she could not love her something broke inside her the day her parents died. They had all been so happy and carefree for most of their lives, mother who would do nothing all day besides knit and read books before the fireplace, father who would manage his business from his office at home. Sweet sister and her playing on the rug in the living room while Copper, the stray dog who found its way into the house and their family, lay curled up next to them. Everything was perfect until that winter night, the snow storm was the worst they have ever had, they lived so far away from town that mother and father day to travel by horse to get them supplies to last until the snow would melt. She remembered being curled up in front of the fireplace with her sister shivering with copper in the middle of them sharing his warm golden fur with them. Mother and father had left early that morning but they still had not come back even after hours of waiting, then night fell and the sun rose the next morning, one of the horses that had carried her parents came back that morning and was frightened they could barely get the poor dear back into the barn.

The horse was covered in scars and claw marks that both of the girls knew all too well, it was the marks of the snow wolves that hunted in this part of the lands, the girls had lost their older brother to the wolves two years ago she remembers the grim look on father’s face as he walked back to the house with brothers gun and the scream that came from mother followed by sobs is something that haunted her dreams even now. Their neighbor had come to see then a day or two later, he had mother’s purse slung across the back of his horse’s saddle. That was when she felt it the drift in her soul, the breaking in her chest, she could not cry or scream, or move she just shut down. Her sister sobbed into her hands as Clint handed over the bag to her with a look on his face that told us exactly what we both had already knew.

Clint helped both of them taking on the role of their lost uncle, while sister became a copy of mother always telling her what to do and how and when, with no room for argument. Which did not bother her as much as she thought it would, no her and sister were always close and sister would always tell her what to do any ways.

She was snapped back into her body as the laughing filled her head once more. Oh my sweet darling, do you not like what you see. No one ever does my dear, this is you underneath that pretty face and human flesh you are as much a monster as me. You can not escape me, you cannot run from me.

She realized that the voice in her head was right, she could not run or fight. She was this monster, this horrible disgusting thing that stood before her, was her.  The empty chest, the bloody claws, the hollow eyes, everything, it was all her and the way she chose to live her life. She thought she was going to be sick, how could she be this thing, how could she fall so deep into despair.

Sister, I know that you are scared to let someone near you, but it is okay, because no matter how scared you are to love someone, I will just have to love you twice as hard. You can push me away and fight me tooth and claw, but I will always be here right beside you, I will hold on to you no matter what, you may not be my child by birth but after raising you for so long, you are mine dear sister and I will not let you push me away. 

That was voice the one that she knew far too well filled her head, the voice that was sweet as honeysuckle and soft as a cloud, it was a voice of pure love. Her sister’s voice filled her head and the image of her being pinned down by her sister after they had been fighting about why she refused to love anyone even charming Rayden, who day after day still stood by her side even if he knew how broken she was. Her sister screamed at her to understand that she was loved even if she refused to love anyone else.

She felt it, the hot tears that spilled from her eyes and dripped into the blackness before her. She was this heartless monster but yet they still love her. They both still fought for her, trying to bring her into the light and out of this darkness that surrounded her. Maybe this is how everyone truly saw her and she was just now seeing it herself, but if they could love her even in this disgusting, broken form, then just maybe.

“I am not afraid of you. I know that you are me, just as I am you. I might be terrified of you but I know that you are just as terrified of me. For I am the thing of your nightmares, you refuse to love because you are scared of losing love, therefore you have no heart but I do. You hollow out your eyes so you can only see the black in life, but I see everything, all the colors that make you wither away to your hole of black. Your claws drip with blood from all the fighting you do to keep others away, but I let them in, I crave their touch even if I do not want it, I need to feel their love even if I hate it. That dagger on your tail is your way of dealing with your problems by slicing through them so they can no longer exist. I hold these daggers to defend myself so that no one else may hurt me, I do not slice through my problems I run from them I run from everything that crosses me. I am your nightmare just as you are mine.”

You sweet darling doe are the first to ever except my form. You are the first to stare at your true self and not crumble from the fear and disgust that is truly you. So now I just have one question for you. What will you do now? Will you continue to run from your fears? Will you keep pushing others away? Will you ever learn to love? Will you truly become me? Or, will you fight? Will you try to change your ways and become something more than this, something more than me?

She opened her eyes to see the beast that stood before her once again and stared at that one blue eye, and seen the tears sliding down its face, this beast that she had created did not ask to be made this way. It did not ask to be turned into this demon, it was her fault that she was destroying herself. She walked toward the beast slowly with every shaking step echoing off the walls of the cave. She touched the leather skin that made her stomach flip and roll inside her, she wiped away the tears that slid from the eye so much like her mother’s. 

“I will change for the both of us. I will fix this brokenness that resides in both of us if you just let me have that stone. I. . . I just want to save my sister. . . please she is the only thing I have left in this world.” The beast before her stood tall and straighten so it now towered over her.

My darling you are already changing. You came here to face me. You did not run from your fears. You put the love you feel for your sister before yourself. You tried not to love but yet you have my dear. I will let you take the stone if you keep your promise to change, but not for me but for yourself.

“I promise. . . I promise to try.” The beast raised a claw to wipe away the tears that slid down her face, she tried not to flinch as the touch of the cold metal claw. Then the beast spoke softly into her mind once more as it handed her the stone of life that would save her sister’s life.

You are bound by the bond of promise to change for better, for not only me but for yourself. I look forward to seeing you change and maybe you could stop by again, if the fear does not consume you. If you break your bond to me I will find you and your sister I will take back the life that I so freely gave to you my darling. 

“Yes, I will keep my bond” She took one last look into the eye of her mother and turned to what she assumed was the door of the cave then the two spirit’s that danced before her, leading the way back to home.

I wish you the best on your journey to a life that will make you happy and fill your soul with hope my darling.

She turned to take one last look into the cave but there was nothing there and she could now see the cave in the light as she turned and found the cave entrance to be shimmering in the bright light of the moon. the cave being no deeper than a closest in her home. She would have thought it all a dream if it were not for the purple rock that laid in her hand but there was something else as she looked at her wrist she seen a small black heart, like a tattoo was just place upon her. She rubbed the mark and yet it still remained. Then like a whisper being carried on the wind she felt the slightest tingle in her right ear as the words filled her mind once more

This is our deal and the heart reminds you not to forget. My darling I will be seeing you again. Always watching you. You must remember the deal we have made fore I would hate to take the one thing you love from you, but hear me when I say that I will without hesitation. She sucked the night air into her lungs and ran for their house.

Once she made it to the golden warm glow of the cabin lights she could see copper waiting in the window patiently as if he had never moved from the spot since she left. Just like a mother hen she thought as she slung the door open and fell to her knees on the floor before her sister that was shaking so uncontrollably, she was freezing from the inside but the she was drenched in sweat burning up on the outside.

She pressed the stone to her sister’s heart and spoke softly like her sister always had to her.

“Emily, I am so sorry. I have always pushed you away and pushed away anyone you tired to love. I . . .  I just need you to come back. I love you Emily. . .  I really do love you. So please come back to me. I need you to be here with me.”

She tried to hold back the tears that now flowed down her face and choked back the sobs as she kept waiting for something to happen, anything to happen. She laid her head down on her sisters folded hand and cried into the covers that laid upon Emily. She was giving up, she knew this could not work, this was a stupid idea all along. It was then that the bright purple light filled the cabin as the warm blast waved through her, Copper was there at her side barking demanding whatever threat was there to leave them alone, but as soon as it happened it was gone. The light was sucked away into her sister as she watched the purple glow settle beneath the golden skin of her sister that was just white and pale as a ghost.

She breathing flattened out, the shaking slowly stopped and the sweat that soaked every inch of her skin was gone. She stared down at her sister and Copper was sniffing around Emily as if trying to find that purple light again. Emily’s eyes fluttered open those green eyes flecked with golden spots as they searched the room around her until they landed on her face.

“Elya? What happened? Why are we. . .?

“Emily! I love you. I love you so much Emily. I do. Please do not ever leave me again please!”

She cried into her sister’s arms as the warm soft touch of Emily’s love warped itself around her and held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

“I always knew you did my little Elya all you had to do was try”

 

 

Well I finished it finally. Sorry I have been away for so long it has been a long couple of months with moving houses and family happening. Just crazy but I am back now and I will try to keep posting one story a day. So keep a lookout for tomorrow’s story!

 

The true soul of a monster

She had made it to the place where the many others that came before her had stood and lost themselves in the black madness that was practically trying to claw it way out of that gave and into her mind. Come my darling little doe and see for yourself why those who speak my name tremble in fear. She knew that voice would be one of silk but she was not ready for the smooth husky tone that filled her ears like the call of a siren and the scent of lavender and jasmine mixed with the smell of firewood on a snowy night filled her nose. She shuddered at the sound and smell that took over all her other senses. I know why you came my darling. I know what you wish to take from me. Just know that no one has ever walked away from here alive or at least with their minds still intact. 

She scoffed at the arrogance that radiated from within the cave from the voice that spoke not from inside the cave but from inside her head. It did not matter to her she had to do this she had to face this monster that lurked within the cave for the sake of her sister who was lying on the cot at their tiny home fighting off the fever that was so fiercely claiming every part of her body and would soon claim her life, she needed the stone that lay within the cave what could heal anything or bring back loved ones, it was why so many people sought out this cave but none have ever been known to take the stone.

Come now darling doe I grow tired of waiting do you wish to take the stone or not! She would take that stone or die trying no matter what without her sister that one who had raised her all those years after their mother and father had passed away she would do this for her to repay her, for if her sister died she would have no reason to live. She braced her hands on the two daggers that were buckled to both sides of her hips as she slowly pulled them free and gripped the golden hilts so tight her finger turned white. She whispered a small prayer up to the mother above as she stalked into the cave, she was not scared of the death that lurked before her, as it welcomed her with open arms into the black abyss, no, she was most frightened of the afterlife if she were to end up damned for eternity or if she would find that peaceful bliss of nothingness and just be done with everything no longer existing.

Silly little girl you think those tiny blades can hurt me, you must be far more foolish than any other mortal that has come here to try and take the stone yet. 

“I do not care what you think about be demon, I will retrieve that stone and I will leave her with my life and save my sister.”  She snarled into the darkness

There was no light in the cave nor was there darkness it was just black. The color black it’s self is what lie before her and she glided both her blades across the walls until she had to choose left or right. She chose to stick to the left due to the fact that her right were her stronger fighting hand. She felt the presence then of death itself breathing down her neck, she felt the shiver shoot down her back could hear nothing but her beating heart pounding in her ears at the silence. So tell me girl do I frighten you yet. Do you realize you stand before a god were as you are nothing more than a bug waiting to be squashed. 

” You do not scare me. I am my own fear. I am the only person who can decided whether I live or die. Not you.” She tried to sound certain and unafraid but her voice had failed her as she cracked at the end.

She felt the laughter ripple around her as it filled her mind and the air around her like a damn of water had just exploded and was now pouring out to drown out everything in its path. So loud, the noise that filled her ears as the ringing filled her head then the blue light sparked to life. It floated around like a spirit in the night dancing on the wind that carried it. She lost the power to breath as she spotted the claw of black that was inches away from her its talons dripping with blood of a crimson red. The smell of iron and decaying flesh slammed into her noise she could not stop the heaving that started as she emptied the contents of her stomach all over the cave floor. Another blue spirit appeared and she seen the tail that was shaped like a dagger but it was bent at a weird angle like someone had broken it.

The two spirits danced around snaking their way up the beast body that stood a few couple of feet from her. Its fur was in clumps and patches and what wasn’t covered in fur was black and looked to be made like leather covered in scars and cuts. The monster’s chest was something out of a comic book or a nightmare it was a skeleton hollow and empty she could see straight through to the red unskin of the back the blue and purple vessels that did not pulse of beat nothing moved inside this monster. It was like its chest was a cage a prison it kept you in until you slowly died from only the mother knows what. She tried to rip her eyes away from the beast before she could see its head but it was too late. She could not look away it was like she was frozen in fear as the spirits danced high above her head showing her the face of the enemy she would die to tonight.

Its face was half fur and half leather on one side the face had a smile cut and stitched into a smile while the other half bared razor sharp teeth that were just piled in side its mouth like it all just came in at once. One eye held nothing but blackness and death but the other was of sky blue filled with what looked like sadness and regrets. She started into that one eye ignoring the blood that dripped from the black eye and the smile made of shards of razors, and the horns on top the demon’s head that were spiraled and bent at wrong angles, the ears that were missing parts. She started into that eye of sky blue and felt the crushing weight that hit her as she knew the color and the way that eye looked.

That eye was just like the pair her mother had the sky blue color that was as bright and beautiful as the summer sun on a hot day shredding away the chill of the spring and winter and the rain that covered the ground spreading joy and life throughout the land. She knew that eye because she stared into that eye every single day of her life. She felt it then the slip into madness and darkness that pulled her under in the sea of black. She looked at that smile again that was forced upon the beast just as she forced herself to smile every day since her parents death. The eye that was nothing but blackness were the eyes she stared out of every day not seeing the beauty that was lying around her. The flowers that her sister would always tend. The smile of the boy that she had yet to tell how she truly felt about him. The sky that she would never see again. Her eyes drifted to the chest that was hollow and held nothing inside, it was her chest where she no longer let her heart love she had casted everything out and would not let anything into her heart again nothing would make her feel that pain of losing a loved on again. The claws that dripped with blood were her own claws that she used to shred anything or anyone who tried to get near her.

This beast, this monster before her, the thing that was going to end her life was herself. She could not think or breathe, the screaming in her head had gone silent everything around her faded away into blackness as she once again was floating in that sea of nothingness.

 

I will finish this story in a second part until then stay tuned and check out some of the other post!