Jason was walking in the corridors when he heard someone crying. It was definitely a woman's voice and that sent an alarming message to his brain and he rushed towards the place that voice was coming from. He got to where the royal lake was, and there she was, the unknown crying voice he heard. He got closer and realised it was Arora. He frowned, as he had never seen her cry before. That was not the shocking point, it was how, Arora was one of her kind, a little egoistic and 'ms I don't care' kind of attitude was what she always carried with herself, and it was very rare, or he must say it was almost impossible at least for him to see her cry this way. Jason thought about addressing her and asking what was wrong, but then, he didn't, instead he came closer and that was the moment Arora's instict worked. She looked back and at the same moment, Jason said 'booh' making her gasp as a reflex reaction. She backed off and, as her bad she alomst fall in water but na'ah not alone she reached out to hold something and held jason's shoulder, he got no time for thinking and 'SPLASH!' there they were, both in the lake!!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she almost shouted, tucking her hair strands back. He laughed! He was laughing, which she actually saw for the first time. She had always seen him all serious in his arrogant personality. Although she rarely got to see all five brothers together, she knew how all of them were of very arrogant personalities and serious nature. 'That was what she got to know from one of the servants'
"Why are you laughing, huh?" she asked, and he could see how mad she was. "A few minutes ago you were crying like a baby, and now you're all mad!, ready to throw hands on me" he said while controlling his laugh. Her cheeks got red from embarrassment. She tried to keep her composure and told him, "Stop it Jason Vaneson! I was'nt crying and I didn't cry at all". She said, and he looked at her eyes. They were still puffy and red, her cheeks were flushed nose swellen, anyone could tell that she had her perfect crying session done. Yet after all these things she was still pretty her features were indeed beautiful.
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There was blood all over the place. The walls all around her were covered in blood. It was all dark and bloody, she could smell flashes and blood everywhere, the fear in her eyes was visible. She wondered where she was and in no time the terror made her run for her life! She ran as fast as she could, she saw the stairs going downstairs, and ran again. It was as if something was following her and was getting closer. The fear of it getting closer to her made her feel like she would faint at that point. She got out of whatever that building was. But she could hear footsteps 'Come here my little baby'. She heard a feminine voice and that wasn't it. She felt like if she stopped, that 'thing' would start pulling her back. She started running faster and faster, now almost in the woods, it was so dark that she could barely see anything. Runing inside the woods, she realized she had bare feet, and almost had her feet injured. Stopping in the middle of all of this wasn't a good option. The forest, which was all quiet till now, suddenly felt like being rushed by animals. Imagining the worst, she looked back while running and the worst she could imagine was still not how much worse she had actually seen there. The forest caught on fire, her head was spinning like crazy, the noise in her head got so loud!
GASP!!
She got up and gasped for the air like an asthma patient, that was definitely a crazy one. She looked around, and her body relaxed, knowing she was still in her room on her bed. A NIGHTMARE again! She kept her face between her palms, trying to relax. It was the third time in a row. These were all getting out of her control and the only one thing she could blame at this point was her birthday and the tragedy 'according to her' which was coming with it. Roselle looked at the clock. It was almost 6 in the morning, too early for her to knock on the twin's door. She decided to wait till 9 o'clock.
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Syra was sitting on her balcony thinking about her childhood. She rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, a white scar and dark brown, almost blackish skin outlining it. The scar was almost from her shoulder to two inches above her elbow.
The noice of dishes breaking in the kitchen. She remembered her mother shouting at him remember telling him to get off of her, while he was all drunk asking her to give him money for himself. Tears ran down her cheek. She remembered being locked up in the store while hearing him hurting her mom, 'Dad' she think of the word and then that man, it was never meant to be him as a dad for her, The fact that he was never meant to be anyone's dad, Dad are not like him. Dads are the protectors, the heroes, Dads are their daughter's first love. They are not meant to be the reason of their daughters, doubting and questioning everyone's love.
No one would ever understand how hard it gets to survive when you are not loved by the people who are meant to love you deeply, no one understands how it is to be an unloved daughter. That part and emptiness never fills up, and then when it makes or creates a toxic part or personality, no one would understand you again because its never no one's fault except yours!.