I was living in a nightmare with echoing screams, iridescent flames, and dark crimson blood pooling the floorboards and staining the foundation of this home and my being. Trepidation kept me paralyzed in a state of panic and denial thwarted the salty tears from streaking down my pale cheeks. Death starred me in the face with his ugly soul hiding behind his black beady eyes; the realization that we were ambushed finally registered and I pushed the thought to my mind: MOVE!
My legs suddenly supported my numb body and a scream lifted from my lips causing my ears to ring and throat to burn. My sisters’ names pierced through my mind in a repeated fashion, as if blaming me for not thinking of them earlier like I should have. Ava, Clair, Ava, Clair, Ava, Clair!
Up the stairs I struggled to keep a sane mind as outcomes played out in my thoughts. I let them die. I let my sisters die. I just stood there.
Through a door I flew, bringing my shoulder to scream in sharp pains, but it wasn’t that which held my attention. A wolf that stood five feet tall with eyes I recognized all too well.
Burning blue.
His fangs barred and revealed dagger teeth and his bright eyes burned into me, as if he could see my soul bare. His gaze released me and fell back onto his whimpering victim and my actions copied his.
Crumpled underneath the mass of a growling monster was my sister with blond locks and large icy eyes locked in fear. Rivers of tears left her face red and her body trembled in horror beyond anyone’s imagination. Her fright transferred to me in a second’s time and hesitation pierced me before my body intuitively shot forward to shield my eight year old angel.
A large mass collided with the back of my body and sent me tumbling to the ground, pinned by the massive weight; my vision flickered in bright lights while a pain gathered sharply in my head. “Clair!” I whimpered, unable to produce a scream as the weight cut my breath short. Her eyes flew to my own and for a second, in the depth of fear and sorrow was hope.
Then, the massive wolf lunged forward with an ear shattering growl and Clair’s scream died short but my scream took her place. My sight ran red and the last thing I remember seeing was the blank expression of my dear Clair and across the room was my beautiful Ava, so young in her years and a corpse of amazing memories.
Even as I blacked out, my screams never died down. They would live forever in the memories of the wolves that killed my family and took my soul with them.
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“Kai! Kai!” the voice was familiar in old way that brought you memories and tempted an amused smile to your lips. However, no smile found its way to my countenance.
My body throbbed and the pain in my head seemed to limit the movement in my limbs. I was almost sure my ribs were shattered considering the searing pain that shot through me with every breath I took. I didn’t need much knowledge to know that my leg was broken or that the blood seeping into the wooden panels was mine.
That was not my greatest pain.
My eyes bore sight of my greatest nightmare. Two young girls, barely eight and eleven, were still as statues, the blood emptied from their veins and the life stolen from their eyes. My sisters, Ava and Clair were no more and I still lived, breathed, and existed. My name could still be spoken and a response would be expected. I would wake up in the morning with the sun. My wounds would gradually heal.
My sisters would never return, would never live, would never experience life. They would never have their first kiss or come to me for advice about growing up. Never again would I feel Clair’s soft breath on my face as she cried during a storm or Ava’s unyielding grip as we fought over the last bit or orange juice. Never again would I feel the boiling anger because of their sarcasm and sass and I wouldn’t ever hear their voices praise me in the highest manner. My world was dead with them. My life would be buried the day of their funeral.
And it was unmistakably my fault.
“Kai!” repeated the desperate voice and a face full of concern and worry filled my vision and his high pitched voice used to make me giggle but now it brought tears springing to my eyes.
I could have stopped them. I hesitated on the stairs; I was scared of what was upstairs. I could have hid my sisters before the wolves came into our home. I could have sacrificed myself for them, but selfishly, I was alive and they weren’t.
My cousin was able to lift me despite the blood drenching his own clothes, but presumably, it wasn’t his. The tears pooled down my face and I was stolen by the fairies of sorrow as I found the scream that left those wolves haunted.
I lived.
My sisters didn’t.
Nor my parents.
Or my uncle, eldest cousin, or many of my friends.
But I did, even though I was under their noses.
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My Name is Kai (ON HOLD)
RomanceKai Thompson lives in a spellbound world with sorcerer(ess)s, lycanthropes, vampires, and all other kinds of mythical beings. On one fatal day, her life is ripped to shreds and left for her to pick up the shattered pieces. For so long, she loses the...