The sunlight slammed into my face, full impact, and I swear, even with my eyes closed, it will soon burn off my retinas if I don’t start moving. The nice, crunchy sound of leaves was heard from under me. Move Anita, move. Crunch.
I almost gagged when I saw the pool of blood around me. The fu-?
I slowly get up, only to fall again and face-plant into the pool. I curse in my mind.
Waking up in blood and then getting it in your face? Not fun.
I make another attempt to get up, succeeding, but I scrambled over to my tent and dug through all the crap I carried with me, and found a bottle of water. I quickly splashed some onto my face, trying to wipe away the dried blood that got on me while I was sleeping.
I was such a coward. A stupid fool.
I look down on the ground. Nothing will change if I keep it up like this. My eyes scan over a scrap piece of paper, and I bend over to pick it up.
I scowled at it.
To Little Dove:
Sorry ‘bout the mess. Blame Incendio. Name is Nox by the way, see you soon :)
The silence lasted forever, and it included me staring at the paper with a poker face on.
“FLIPPIN’ MONSTERS!” I scream, crumpling up the paper into a tiny ball and throwing it outside. It even had the audacity to put a smiley face. I am going to make them non-existent the next time I see them. It even said, See you soon.
My hate level for them went up two notches.
I shake my head. Nope, don’t let anger fuel you Anita, don’t be a stupid person.
I grab a change of clothes from a blue bag I took with me to the tent and found some nice, clean, clothes with no blood on them. Which were very hard to find. At least three fourths of them were soaked with the red liquid. I took all of them with me, and found a small pond nearby, surrounded by trees and a large rock. I put my clean clothes on the rock, took a towel out of my bag, and placed it on the rock. I stripped, getting all of the bloody rags off of me, and put my toes into the water, testing the temperature out. It was cool, despite the hot morning. I got in slowly, not wanting to freeze my butt off, and took all of the dirty clothes with me.
My waist length hair swirled around me, making it look like mud. I frowned at it. My hair and eye colors were the same, but my eyes had tiny little specks of green, though they both looked muddy. I got to work trying to get most of the blood off the clothing, cleaning myself while I was at it. I finished rubbing away blood on my plain white t-shirt and held it up. It was pink.
“Crap.” I mumble, checking all of my white clothes. They were all shades of pink and red. Did blood leave a mark?
There goes half my wardrobe. I spread them out on another large rock a few feet away from the pond, letting them dry in the sun. I ran back into the water afterwards, swimming around, dragging a large piece of cloth with me. This was something my family does when they’re bored. Yes, it’s swimming with a piece of cotton, but it was fun watching it flow with the waves you create.
I stayed in the pond for around a hour and then get out, wiping myself dry with the towel. I put my fresh, clean clothes on, and then grab my bag and get the washed clothes. I made my way back to my tent, and when I got to it, I put everything inside it into my bag, and started heading back to my real home. Hey, if I told them the tent was my home, wouldn’t they just go to the tent and not go to my house if they wanted to kill me?
My house was located next to the forest my decoy tent was in, and it was pretty small - the house I mean, so it wouldn’t attract much attention. It was a two story house that had doors with hundreds of locks on them, and no windows. It wasn’t like that before my parents and sis died. It use to be nice and sunny, all the rooms having a nice dose of sunlight in them, but now, they were dark except for some lights. Nobody was able to get in except for me. I get my giant ring of keys and look through them, using different keys on different locks. When the door opened, the smell of lavender greeted me.
There’s always a good amount of lavenders in the house. It was my parents’ favorite flower, and keeping them in my house made it feel like they were still here and smiling. There’s a tiny daisy with the lavenders too. Charity’s flower. The whole family is with me right now, even if they really aren’t.
I miss them though.
I drop my heavy bag on the floor of the kitchen when I enter and make my way to my room, limping half the way. I realized I couldn’t really feel my leg.
I stopped and blinked. What did they do to me?
I collapsed on the ground, my vision blurring. Did they poison me? They wouldn’t DARE. I swear, if they did, and if I die, I will come back to haunt their asses.
The sound of the door opening is heard down the hallway. Only one other person has the same set of keys I carried, and he hated the demons as much as I did.
“Nita?!” the familiar voice of John came through the ringing my ears had.
He came running over, or tripping over? I couldn’t see that well.
Two warm hands helped me get up. I couldn’t feel my body, like I was just some attachment to it.
“I-I can’t feel a thing!” the words came out fast, but soon after, my throat started burning.
I black out, and come back up again with a cool liquid sliding down my parched throat. The fire in my throat dies.
“John!” I managed to say, giving him a weak smile.
His face was hard.”Did they do this to you?!”
I get into a sitting position and shrugged.”No clue.”
Did they demons do this? I was unconscious. I shuddered and John tensed.
“I swear, if I find out you did this to you, I will *censred*” he said.
I laugh and he looks at me and asks, “What?”
I wave my hand.”Nothing.” I say, smiling.
John was like the big brother I never had. He gets extremely protective of me at times, and I trusted him completely(sometimes), and he gets all ticked off when I’m around boys. Very cute if you ask me.
He gives me a spin crushing hug, and I had to push him away to breathe again. He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“In the mood for a hunt?” he asks, taking a knife out.
Yup, that was him alright. Even though I almost passed out completely, he asks me to go hunt down some sons of biotches. I grin and stand up, putting my keys in my front pocket.
“LET’S GO!” I scream, charging out of the house, almost slamming into the door.
He laughs and runs out with me, and we both charge into the forest.
And that’s where the fun began.
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