Moscow
03:46 am
7 year old, Daemon Age
My breath is shallow as I follow my father further into the room, my heart beating inside my chest like it's going to explode.
I know what I did.
I helped that girl.
I stopped the bully from hurting her and now it's my turn to feel the pain. I almost stumble over my own two feet as my father turns towards me, making me stumble back in fear as his eyes glow red, unforgiving and cold.
Only my father could make father seem cold.
"You disgust me." Comes the growled voice, and my throat closes over itself as everything turns dark. The light flickers off and the candles around the room disappear into the darkness, it's claws reaching out to smother the flames sparkling in the darkest night.
The air drops ten degrees, and I let it, knowing anything I do now to resist will only make things worse.
That's all it ever does.
So when the first lick of invisible burning flames touch my neck, my scream is silent before I let myself be consumed as well by the darkness.
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YOU ARE READING
If You Knew
Mystery / ThrillerIf you knew these things, dark and twisted, broken and hidden inside, how would you view the world. How would you view the most famous villain in your story. If you knew, would you ever see me the same?
