I glanced at the mirror on the back of my door.The sight of my reflection making me jump a little.
"Why can't I be beautiful?"
-------------Nine Years Later-----------
I looked out over the abandoned warehouse's concrete floor.An inch of dust and grime marking the area with the stamp of neglect.The boxes that were left behind messily stacked into blocky mountains. The lights were broken,yet they still occasionally tried to illuminate the room,causing a hum to resonate.
I sat down on the railing of the catwalk on the western wall. The rusty wires and old metal screeching with every slight move.This silence. Was unsettling,not calming,but creepy.
Just me,my thoughts,my body and-
"This is awkward"
Oh,And My brother. Reaver. Well,his real name is Trace. But he likes to be called by his last name. My last name. My fathers last name...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Wings Made of Death
FanfictionI raced through the alleyways between tiny boutiques and large office buildings.My boots barely touching the ground for half a second before the launch me further down the street. I trip over a soda can,sending me flying foreword and landing face d...
