POV
Aura
I was in a dark, clouded room. The darkness wrapped around me like a heavy curtain. The air was cold, but oddly comforting — like a blanket soaked in ice but still familiar. I wasn't just a ghost. I was a monster, the kind that scares even ghosts. I sat on a chair, my arms resting on my palms like tired birds perched on branches. I looked around at the dark room, shadows creeping around me like silent friends.
I heard laughter loud, sharp like cracked glass. Were they demons, or dragons of the night breathing fire into the silence? I waited, hoping to see the beautiful monster enter, so they could surround me with their dark aura like smoke curling around fire.
"Aura, it's time to go to school! Wake up now!"
I opened my eyes and saw white sheets, soft like clouds, and pink pillows, bright as candy. I realized I was in my own prison, one made of comfort. I opened my eyes wide and saw my mom staring at me.
"How was your night?"
She asked, her eyes warm like morning sun.
"Tormenting. Torturing. Just the way I liked it… until you ruined it," I replied with a straight face.
Mom smiled. "Okay, creepy bird. You should get ready for school. You're going to be late."
This life of normal routines isn't for me. Going to school feels like walking into a maze of pointless lessons , things we learn but never use, like collecting tools for a door that doesn't exist. After school, then university, then marriage — it all feels like levels in a game we never agreed to play. I woke myself up, ready to face another day of silent torment. I wished I lived next to a graveyard, where I could talk to ghosts like old friends — since I only meet them in dreams.
"Aura! You're going to be late! Please bathe and get ready!"
"I'd rather bathe in blood than water," I mumbled.
Still, to please my mother, I got up. I bathed — with cold water that bit like winter. Pain is like a quiet friend to me, always close, always familiar.
Done bathing, I wore my uniform and made sure everything was perfect. I would rather be envied by monsters than humans, so I wore long clothes that covered everything — like a curtain hiding the chaos behind it. I looked at the mirror before going out.
"It's time to go to school, Aura. Torture everyone that crosses your path. If they laugh at you, pluck out their teeth like rotten petals. Be ruthless to the ruthless, silent and ruthless to the kind. You're a monster by nature. Negativity is your fuel. Death, pain, darkness, and shadows are your closest friends, walk with them like soldiers guiding your way."
After all that twisted positivity, I walked out of my room. Just as I was stepping out, Mom shouted:
"You didn't even eat, Aura! You're going to starve! And you didn't take anything with you."
"Mom, I prefer to starve. Hunger makes me feel alive. It reminds me that pain is part of who I am."
"You and your stupid talk! You need to stop. You'll scare people. I'm tired of hearing complaints. You're a grown-up student now enough with this nonsense!"
I looked away and walked in silence, my words swallowed like stones in a deep river.
I am Aura, a girl wrapped in a dark aura. A girl who finds fascination in creepy things. I get goosebumps from watching others suffer. I crave sharp things piercing my skin especially razors when I'm angry they wake the pain I miss. I am a psycho, yes. I am Aura, a girl with a bruised heart... a dark heart.