HEY GUYS!!! AUTHOR HERE :)
This is my first short story and i hope you like it. It mentions blood and some non-vital skin harming.
Buuuut please please please dont do this in real life. ur precious ok💗💗
also, this story was actually written for one of my school essays that i wanted to submit, but my teacher gave it back to me because it was too, non nc16...so, i decided to post it here😋
now that backstory time is over...lets get to it!•○•
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The sides of my lips perched a wide grin, the sight beheld by my eyes entranced me...what an ethereal sight. White as daffodils, hair jetblack as night, eyes which shone like stolen stars from the sky, sparkling and dazzling. I walked towards and stood by the window, inhaling the cigar between my fingers and puffing it out, slowly and steadily. Intoxicated by the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the night, swept into chambers of my memories by the cool breeze, I closed my eyes taking in the moment of silence.
Ding-dong...
Opening my eyes I started walking to the door with calculated footsteps, reminding myself once more to be wary. Opening it just enough for the parcel to slip into my hands as I put on my brightest smile to the mailman and thanked him. Once the door closed, I waited. Tap...tap...tap... and soon, the sounds of footsteps disappeared. The sides of my lips moved to form a now devilish grin as the light in my eyes shone brighter. The girl in front of me though...
The light in her eyes were gone, pupils quaking in fear as she whimpered in a soft high tone. Opening the parcel, I took out my tool and glazed it on her left arm, over and over again, each time with pressure building as that once beautiful aura was replaced with one of eerie, fear and excitement. She screamed, sharp and deafening, but no one came. After all, who would be able to hear anything from a mansion in the middle of a deep dark forest where one cannot escape.
The crimson red liquid flowed, staining the pure white of her dress, turning black as soon as the liquid touched it. Her neck, her stomach, her legs, cuts after cuts after cuts, the poisonous elixir flowed and stained her whole dress black. Dagger away from my palm, a roll of bandage appeared. I cured every wound, fixed every broken part. And finally, she was complete.
The girl whose eyes shone as bright as the moon was now dull and lifeless. Her pure white dress stained with every sin of black, along with her heart which once used to have hope, love and compassion, was now replaced with the cold that had frozen the sun.
She has always helped others around her without fail, provided them the joy they perceived. But what about her? Where had they gone when she needed help? Why weren't they with her? Unlike me, I stayed with her all the way, making her into the person that will never fall to anyone again, the person who will fully rely on herself, the person that will never be weak once more.
U must be wondering who i am...
Well... my name is Luna, and I am the whisperer of my master, Leya. And I am the one who will make sure she never feels those harsh and hurtful feelings anymore. Why is that?
Because that once upon a time angel...is gone.
hope u liked it and that it didnt creep u out too much! if you dont understand the story, feel free to mention in the commentz and be open with feedback😄
