Stabbed in silver: his blade, her blood

s-were all fairytales. I didn't bel

lpha King, who ruled over the land of the six. At night, when he came to tuck me i

to come early to pick me up from school. He played both roles s

an perfect. I had a life

nds. Empha

uld stand by me didn't think twice before stabbing me in the back. The sam

once my friends. But that was nothing compared to what I w

. It was more peaceful

ntradi

afe and peaceful, but mi

night. She'd come home drunk, cussing at me-calling me a

everybody around you

her fingers deep into my neck, squeeze my neck until I felt like

a miracle I was still alive. On

ellhole? I'd choose

acks and a fun time. Instead, they witnessed my aunt lose control-her fury crashing down on me like a storm. She screamed, shoved, and

after that, not

my best person-my dad. But the only person I tho

left like he was never

. My father went missing and the poli

s missing was easier th

l or

unt didn't waste time in shoving it right

ew. I al

waited. I wa

ruel thing

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ght in bed, h

with sweat. My breath was

st tightly, I couldn't breathe. It's lik

p again from

.It felt

till d

A gasp escaped my lip

o this

ying to calm down. My eyes drifted to the ti

time I woke up it was 4

my phone.

e right. I've been asle

ke me? More like y

rags me downstairs. Cussed me and slapped me

eeks, and reddened from the repeated sl

body, the shadow... It was like I was forgetting something. I couldn't remember the face of the shadow

phone for b

the hell did I g

m, a very terrible drea

my intrusive

to be true. I didn't like my aunt but I wouldn't wish for her death as she wished for mine. And certain

ar voice disrupted

as S

she doi

ly opened

peeked in, her blue eyes scanning the four corne

e shock before she looked away. My room was

as no exception because my aunt threw me in ther

bad years and I go

the moment we made eye contact. I

ing a cake i

thday!", s

ap since there was ba

th mine, her brows

r voice was f

f my aunt only to wake up on my bed and

what was even

peak and it o

n?" My voice was l

ubicle. She always sent Sandra away

he bed. The cake almost toppled if not for Sa

e cake, still in her hands. Her face twitched in

airs, I supposed I could come insid

like the cake

d as I opened the door

er lifeless body was. No blood splatter

nse of relief washed over m

then, where was she? The memories were

k, k

a knock on

Sandra rushed past me to get the door, I d

pizza guy" she pul

ed softly. "Someo

d her a

a

Still the same face-

pulling me into a hug and

rolling down my cheeks. I didn't know how much I've h

fear. I cried becaus

't a cruel thi

at knocks when w