More months had passed, more nightmares been had, nostalgia had become a part of me, hair's grown thinner and longer, nails dirtier and stronger, soul broken and darker, liking for Desmond stronger and hope to leave this place deteriorating.
I feel something drop on my face causing my face to move a little. Something drops again and my eyes twitch. Then comes another drop, and another and another, in irritation and disgust, I pull my fingers over the wet areas on my face as I lazily pull my eyes open.
Sleep vanishes from my eyes and they are shot open in wild alert when I see a bowl right above my head. I sit up only to find Madre smiling eerily at me.
I stare closely at the bowl and I see a drop of red liquid escape the bottom of the bowl and land on the sheets of my bed creating a small red circle. I stare at my fingers and see they're smudged with....blood!?.
I take the s
I had been down all day as I realized I just turned 20 today without my family there by me to celebrate me nor congratulate me. I just became a full woman and my mom isn't even here to share this big day with me.I had turned another big page in my life with yet an even bigger page missing.It's noon and I'm still wrapped up in myself when Gabby approaches me;"Hey birthday girl, someone said to tell you to meet him at the second spot. "I don't need anything to know the 'someone' is Desmond and the 'second spot' is his little cabin. I can't help but smile at myself as memories of when I met him there playback in my head."Hmmm. Someone's blushing" Gabby coos in my ear drawing me back to earth and I stump her foot."No, I'm not! " I reply"Ouch!" She whines"Okay, but you don't have to be
Third-person narrative...Sonia just found a table on which Desmond kept his latest drawings. She had been staring at a drawing which unknown to her is a drawing Desmond made of her own eyes, when the papers in her hands fall to the ground.She sees part of another drawing. She only sees the girl's wild curly hair and the girl's eyebrows. She stoops to pick up the drawing when Desmond walks in at the nick of time and quickly draws the paper out of her reach."What?... "She questions in confusion as she stands to look at Desmond."What is that? " she questions in suspicion after studying Desmond's uneasy look."Nothing! " Desmond replies sharply as he prays deep down she doesn't struggle to see it as that would result in him tearing the picture.Of course, Desmond won't let Sonia see the drawing he made of her as that would
Sonias POV;. My jaw drops as Desmond says these words to me. His words flow out his mouth like pure water straight into my crumpled heart. 'You are a perfect work of art done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself.' His words keep playing in my head as I stare into his deep brown eyes. No one has ever said something like that to me. His gaze remains glued on mine and I can't help the heat I feet crawl up my neck and into my cheek. He flashes a smile at me and takes my hand releasing it from its position over my chest. I obediently follow as he leads me to the table. He pushes a plate made of wood to me and on it lay ball-like things that look brownish. "What is this? " I quiz in confusion as I stare at him. "Apples and mangos," he replies lookin
Before me is a sight like none I've ever seen before. We are standing on a cliff and in the valley below lays a bed of nature that could be known as God's expression of beauty.Sunflowers on one side and hills on the other. The sky is so bright and beautiful. Giving more effect to the trees on the hills afar."Wow "I mutter in awe as I stare at nature's wonder and God's creativity."It's a sight to see. " Desmond says and I look up at him. I can't take my eyes off him as questions keep rushing at me. He turns to me and finds me staring."How do you find these places? " I question."I used to be an ugly emotional mess and I guess, as they say, opposite sides attract. I guess these places just called me to them " he replies staring ahead and peace washes over me. A being so perfect and pure. I feel blessed to have found someone like him.&
"You take that back right this ins... " I begin to scream at Desmond when I am cut off by someone."Hey" A feminine voice cuts. Desmond and I look up to find a girl and a boy. The pretty girl is dressed as Hermione from Harry potter and the boy is dressed as Harry Potter himself. They both look to be in the same age group as I.I look over at Desmond only to find a dead, cold scowl on his face."Hi" I reply when I realize Desmond won't say a thing."I'm Dana Livingstone" the girl informs"And I'm Timothy Goodwin" the boy adds"Oh... I'm Sonia. " I reply and Desmond stares at me."Oh, we know who you are. You're Sonia and he's Desmond. " the girl replies pointing her fingers at Desmond."Nice to meet you. " I reply as I know not how to react to these strangers.&nb
He falls harshly on his bum."What was that for!? " he questions."Why are you so mean!? The one minute you're sweet as honey and the next you're as sour as lime!" I scream at him"You do have a talent you need to recognize! You're good at hurting people. Why didn't you stop when you heard me call!? " I add and he just stares at me."You only stopped when you got me hurt. That was what you wanted right!? " I add. Tears rolling down my face and my knee bleeding as he rises to his feet.He makes to touch me and I warn him against it."Don't touch me! "He pauses for a second but still proceeds and lifts me into the air bridal style."Put me down! " I struggle taking care not to further irritate my sore knee. Desmond ignores my little tantrum and carries me till we get into his cabin. He places me on the ta
We make it out of my cabin after I put off all the candles and Deborah and I begin our trip to the West swap which is on the other side of the mansion and a little bit in the woods. After saving Deborah from a lot of falls, I lose my patience and carry her bridal style in my arms. Her tiny fingers wrap behind my neck and she doesn't struggle nor complain. I look down at her and I find her gaze keen on me. "What is it? " I question. "Nothing" she replies as she looks away. A few seconds later I feel her head rest on my chest. We are almost at the west swamp and my arms are almost tired but I won't put her down. I don't want to lose the warmth her body provides and seeing her so in need of my help makes me feel like a better person than I am. Especially when her needs are ones I could provide. "I think I could walk now. " her tender voice inte
"Really, who is it? " Deborah questions."Oh don't worry gingerbread. It's not you" I say to Deborah and her face turns bright red.Her facial expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. A true sight to see!She folds her hands in anger and stares out the window while Dana and Timothy try their very best to stifle their laughter.I still have my gaze on Deborah when Dana cut me."So who is this person? " she asks."Ekene" I reply and they both raise their brows."Is he Chinese?" Timothy asks and I exhale to avoid laughing."No. Ekene is a Nigerian. He is very smart, quiet, and observant.He proves Nigerians to be very intelligent people. " I reply."Cool, sure we can trust him? "Dana questions."I'd find out.