Katherine sank into the rocking chair, her hand covering the bleeding wound. Her eyes trained on the dipping sun, the blue sky was filled with streams of pink and red. The weariness of blood loss was creeping up on her as she pressed her hand even tighter against her side. Still, blood seeped through, staining her once pretty, blue sundress, now ripped and a sickening shade of maroon. She heard frantic steps inside the house. Her mother was talking quickly, Katherine's name being dropped a few times. Katherine wasn't sure to whom her mom could be talking; even still, the alcohol in her mother's system audibly weighed her words down. Maybe it was her step dad, Michael? The drunken lies slipped from her mother's lips continuously. …show more content…
She tried to attack me. Katherine couldn't help but let out a pathetic laugh. Black dots encroached over her vision. She took a deep, painful breath before finally resigning herself over to death. Her hand fell to the side, and she exhaled slowly. Dying was easy. She could hardly feel anything now, and with a view like this, I t was almost peaceful. A loud ringing noise filled Katherine's ears. She attempted to open her eyes, but a blinding white light filled her vision. There was a low noise in the back of her head, sounding like bells chiming, clattering together on a windy day. Words were being spoken. "Katherine, we have little time to speak." She nodded, dazed, and parted her lips to say something, but the taste of iron filled her mouth, and blood spilled down her chin. "If you want to live, I need you to say yes." In her weak, nearly dead state, Katherine murmured an incoherent jumble of words. But right before everything went black, she uttered the word. "Yes." Azadkiel healed the nearly dead vessel to the best of her abilities, but the jagged wound would take a while. Even though she needed a body to occupy, it was a last resort. The angel had no choice but to save the Delacroix blood line. Katherine's mother had denied the angel years ago, and now, with her only child bleeding out on the front porch, Azadkiel had been forced to take a spontaneous trip to earth. She stood up from the old, wooden chair. Her green eyes averted from the pool of blood and focused on the slamming screen door. “Sarah.” The woman, Katherine's mother, turned to face her daughter's body, panic the only clear emotion on her face. “You’re not dead yet?” She rushed through her sentence, blue eyes flicking between Azadkiel and the old red pickup. Azadkiel tilted her head as she moved forward.
Small droplets of blood cascaded down the front of her dress. “You are wrong; I am not your daughter." Sarah swallowed, nodding slowly. “Azadkiel." Without a second thought, Sarah raced towards the truck. In an instant, the angel was there. Blood dripped from the dress. “That is insulting. I am talking to you.” The pickup caught fire. Sarah jumped, looking between the flames and Azadkiel. Without hesitation, Azadkiel placed a warm hand against Sarah's forehead. Two blinding, blue flames shot from her eyes, and Sarah’s scream filled the sky. The sun finally sunk behind the horizon. Sarah Delacroix was dead, and Azadkiel removed herself from her vessel. When she came to, Katherine’s body was racked with an insurmountable amount of pain. She felt like she’d topple over at the slightest gust of wind. The girl knew she’d have to call 911. She’d have to explain that her mother had attacked her, that she’d tried to gut her with a bread knife. Her movements were slow, jerky, and painful, and every breath, every step she took caused a wave of searing pain throughout her …show more content…
body. The police arrived quickly.
It was a small town, and when you lived in the middle of it, there were obvious perks. Neighbors gathered around to see Katherine wheeled away on a gurney, and a long, black bag zipped up. It was a spectacle to see, in their small town. One that was surely not going to be forgotten anytime soon. "Katherine, hey." Michael, her stepdad stepped into the room. He was carrying a bouquet of simple, white flowers. "I hope you're feeling better. The doctors... well," He trailed off. "Let's not talk about that." While his tone was light, something heavy weighed him down. "Your mother did this to you?" He placed the flowers on a table and sat down. His blue eyes caught light, and tears brimmed. Katherine nodded her head, and tried to reassure her dad she was fine now. That she was okay, because Sarah - the woman who was supposed to take care of her - was dead. Gone. She didn't know how, and frankly, Katherine didn't give a damn. "I..I'm sorry," Michael said. Those words had been spit at her enough that day. Instead of saying that it "was fine" or she "was okay." "Why do you have to be sorry? It's not like you did this to
me." "Your mo- Sarah. She was talking, mumbling about things, how she had to 'bring it home.' I chalked it up to her drinking; I should've known something was up." "Well, you married a psychopathic drunk." Katherine attempted to joke. A burst of pain spread from her side. Michael looked back up at her and shook his head. Instead of laughing, he said, "Your grandma on Sarah's side wants you to go live with her." "Well, that's not happening. I barely know the woman." She sat up, and her chest began to tighten. "Kat, just, stop. Please. All your things are already being packed up. I'm sorry." She scoffed and tossed her hands into the air. "So now, as soon as I leave one hell hole, you're tossing me into another?" Michael stood up, and patting her hand gently. "You'll be fine; you've clearly got angels watching over you." Angels. "He's right, you know." Jacob, her boyfriend, stood cross-armed, leaning against the wooden door frame. "I came as soon as I heard." He walked further into the room and kissed her lips, pulling the chair even closer to the bed. "Everyone at school is talking about it. Your geeky, mathlete friends even decided to ask me." Katherine rolled her eyes and gently pushed his face. Jacob managed a laugh. "Shut up, it's not like it killed you." She froze at the choice of her words. A bright, blinding blue light filled her vision, and the ringing started back up again. "Hey... hey. Are you alright?" Jacob gently stroked her face. When she turned her head, the light was gone, and the chiming bells had stopped altogether. "You... you didn't just see that?" His face twisted into one of concern. "See what?" She heaved a painful sigh. "Nothing, forget it." He nodded, not fully buying the lie. The two talked for hours. She mentioned she was going to live with her grandparents a few towns over, and Jacob reassured that he would come to see her every weekend. Talking to her boyfriend filled Katherine with a sense of peace. She slowly nodded off, and sleep overcame her. Her dreams were far from peaceful — the light, the ringing bells, Sarah trying to kill her. But something was different. There was a woman there, with long, white hair, and eyes that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. "Katherine," she said. "We need to talk. I am Azadkiel."
“She cried out, she cried for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness. A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house” (Oates
Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she made her way along the path through the forest. Zero, that's what they called her, she had been called that for so long, her real name wasn't even in her memories. Zero had finally escaped her hostile home and away from her sisters who tortured her in every way possible. The dark sky put the seventeen year old at ease, she had always loved the dark, the bright stars reminded her of the diamonds her mother wore when she was still alive. The moon was shining down on the trees and flowers that grew along the path, everything was calming, the sounds of crickets, the occasional owl, and the leaves crunching under her combat boots. Her peace was ended when the sounds of running, yelling, and gunshots were heard near by. Zero’s pace picked up to a sprint as the noises got closer to the girl. The ground approached Zero quickly as she was tackled to the ground. A small-ish feminine hand covered the girl's mouth and the owner of the hand held a cold object against her throat. “If you scream, Ill kill you. Got it?”
It happened so fast. She came around the corner, the speed picked up and then we lost control. The next thing I knew, a massive tree stood above us. The slow purr of the engine sputtered, as if taking it’s last breath, leaving the night in silence.
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The sound of her son’s voice brought her to tears. She did not know how to respond to losing her child. She falls to the floor. She could barely move. Her exhaustion has taken over. Her body was drain of every bit of strength she could muster. She strains her neck looking up to Colet. He tries to help her up, but she did not want his assistance.
It was a crisp October morning, and Jocelyn had just arrived at the Anderson’s home to find Adrienne screaming for help. Racing over, Jocelyn began to dig through her bag and grab her cell phone. She called 9-1-1, and the ambulance came shortly after. Joseph was gasping for air and his eyes were rolled back into his head. Jocelyn had no idea what to do to keep him alive, and all over her face was utter panic. It was like she couldn’t remember
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All the visions she just saw flashed once again before her eyes and she thought about all her loved ones. How their lives would be. She looked up broken hearted, knowing there was only one answer to choose. She knew it all along, deep down.
It’d been a year since he’d seen the woman. The last time he saw his mother, he had to drive her all the way back to Arizona because her slime ball of a husband had got angry and left her in a hotel room with nothing but her suitcases and her dying dog. She had begged me to come with them, thinking back, maybe I could have been the one that convinced her to leave him, but a woman like her will only find an abusive man to hold her- and that’s the part that tore my father apart the most.
“Oh,” Her grandmother sighs as they stand. “Don’t be so disappointed, my little black widow. He was a miserable drunk at best.” She patted her daughter on the shoulder. Her mother wiped her eyes, smearing more makeup across her cheek, looking frail, her brown eyes defeated as she gazes up the dejected state of her late husband.
“Why did this have to happen to me?” Katrina asked in despair. Almost all hope had been lost for her. It had been two years since she was turned. “Ugh,” Katrina shuddered. She didn’t even like to think about it, it had ruined everything in her life. The praise she received, the glamor she felt, just everything! She hated that witch, and had been happy when she d...
She lay there sobbing, until she finally gathered up the courage to go and talk to her. “Cathy” she called. There were many people in the room testing her blood samples, asking her questions but all she could wonder was why. She went over to Cathay. “Meghan, she cried, I just found out, I guess there's nothing for me to do now she laughed. Meghna held ear and hands tightly. “Thank you so much for being with me all these years, Meghan, I know this might be our last goodbye, but I always want you to know that I will always be there for you in your heart, never forget that, she got up and hugged her. “Man, it's time for you to leave, please say goodbye” called a nurse. “Cathy, I am so so sorry, I love you so much, don’t leave me please, please… she cried. “Mum, please leave’ said the nurse. Meghan walked out the door, watching as her friend burst into tears as soon as the door closed behind, she realised the horrible truth. She was the one who bought that disease back from the past, she was the one who had killed her friend, she was the one responsible for all this sorrow.
Tears were nothing new to the girl, and she ignored them, tossing back the last of the aspirin left in the bathroom. Black swam across her vision as the multitude of pills began to take effect. A wave of anger and fear crashed over her, and before she could second guess it, the glass bottle was shattering against the wall. Fragments rained to the floor, mixing with yellow plastic and discarded notes. Slender fingers stretched out, grasping the floor for the perfect piece to satisfy her final craving for scarlet. The silence around her smothered the last lingering hopes that someone, anyone, would care enough to just come home, and with a final agonizing cry, she dragged the shard of glass down her forearm.
Looking around the dense forest I see no injured man, the forest seems devoid of life with its silence, not even the birds are singing. The quiet brings an unsettling feeling in my gut. “Katherine?” I turn around to see her looking at me with pity in her eyes, “I’m sorry, but this is has to be done.” I turn around to run, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, when my soft green eyes meet deep hazel eyes before a sharp pain rips through my head and the world goes black.