Black Words by Blaide Frostivia (books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📕

almost panicked. But he smiled so brightly, I felt so happy looking at him smile. He reached under his desk and pulled out what looked like to daggers. The cloudy sky began to turn dark purple. The white and black checkered floor turned, red and black. His beautiful smile stayed though.Grabbing one of the daggers, he slid it down his arm hard enough to draw blood. But instead of a red substance dripping off his arm onto the floor, it was black. He dropped the first and using his good arm he threw the second one at me. I screamed and tried my best to run away, but I couldn’t move my feet. I was stuck where I was and no matter how hard I screamed I couldn’t wake up. I felt as the knife peirced my flesh. I crumbled to the floor crying,I looked at my hands where the blood should’ve been. Instead I see black goo oozing it ‘s way out of my stomach. “Angel,we’re so much alike.” Everything went black and thats when I realized it was all just a dream. I’m sitting in a puddle of sweat deep enough to put a baby goldfish. When I opened my eye’s the lights and room seemed blurry for a quick minute, then my vision refocused. My mother was holding my hand and my cousins,father,aunts,uncles and the nurse Jason were all crowded around me. “Are you ok sweetie,does it hurt any where?Where does it hurt?” I stayed silent as everyone kept asking questions. I touched my stomach, the knife had felt so real. The blood everything. Which I guess is normal for a nightmare,but something felt extremely off. I pondered on it for a good long while, until my stomach growled enormously loud. Everybody queited down, I turned over and stared everybody right in the eye. “What is it Angel?"Jason asked, worry creases forming on his forehead. “Everyone.....I’m hungry.” Everyone burst in a fit of laughter. “Ok we’ll go get you something to eat,what would you like?” My mother asked, rubbng the sweat from my forehead. “Anything is fine, as long as it’s not what I had for dinner yesterday night.” She nodded and removed herself from the room. My father sat on my right side and my cousin on my other. For them too both to be married men, they overly cared about me and would stop their relationships process to rescue me. “You had a pretty bad nightmare there, sport. Are you sure your ok?” I nod my head, although I was pretty sure I probably wasn’t. A few minutes later mom had come back with a sizziling platter of pancakes,eggs and bacon. Ahh, now this was the life. As soon as the plate hit the table, I was gobbling it down like a beast. “Atleast you still have an appetite."Everybody agreed with my cousin and I couldn’t help but laugh, if they only knew what I had yesterday. Than they’d probably realize how much I was craving this food. When I had finished, I noticed that I had a full blatter and I needed to go like now! “Umm...Exscuse me but I need to get past everyone,I have to use the restroom.” Everyone spaced out, they hadn’t even realized that they were blocking my entire entrance. I shuffled out of bed slowly and making sure I didn’t become dizzy.On my way back to my room, I almost ran into a boy with messy black hair, eye and skin just like the boy in my dream. But my age this time, he turned towards me. A beautiful smile on his face, like before. I was frozen to my spot. “Hello Angel, do you remember me? We’re just a like in so many words.” He walked closure to me and a scream ripped it’s way from my lungs. A nurse came running to my aid, shaking my shoulders. “Whats wrong, do you feel pain somewhere?” I shook my head, tears pouring down my face."tHere’s a boy, that I’d seen from dreams and he’s right there.” I point to the place where the boy was standing, but when the nurse looked. He had vanished. She brought me back to my room, I was slightly disturbed and still crying. “What happened to her?” My mother confronted the nurse, she just shrugged. “She was screaming when I found her and was claiming to have seen a boy from her dream. But there was nobody there, so I’m suspecting trama from the dream and her newest attack.” I plopped onto the bed, my body trembled as I remembered what I know I saw. “I think it be best to give her some space, for a little bit.” The nurse recommened, I could hear as everyone left the room one by one. In a matter of moments I was by myself and shivering sense less under my covers. I was becoming drowsy now and I needed relax, I was hoping that I would have a dream about dora or something.

 

 

 

People treat words like air, as if they hold no mean or purpose and they never realise how much power a single word like death really holds.As for me, I know exactly how much power words hold and I use them for my satisfaction.For those who treat wrongly, I had no reason to cry or to grow in terrible anger. All I had to do was go to my desk and write my revenge against whome ever caused me my pain, before I knew it. My writning became more powerful enough to create a world of mine own and destroy what I didn’t like about the one I was in. Many have recognized this power that course through my vains and many have tried to put a stop to it, even my own mother. The one I trusted most turned her back on me and now she enjoys a long lasting punishment, by her own sons hands. Many know me as a bed time story, while others hope that I’ve dissappeard far beyond time and almost all have been tricked by what I have created. I am the one who bleeds black blood and writes disasters for pleasure, I am the black blooded writer.

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Publication Date: 07-21-2016

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