CeliaI can only assume that a week has gone by from the way that the world goes from loud to quiet all around me. I am locked inside of one of the various rooms inside my father's old and run down manor in the woods. The windows have been sealed shut, curtains, hiding the sunlight that should be co
SorenI watch from the front porch of the Duke's home as cars speed out of the forest and make their way into the clearing, barreling towards the Duke’s home. My arms remain crossed over my chest, impatience flooding throughout the entirety of my body. I raise an eyebrow and watch as the car skid ac
CeliaThe darkness, I was once subjected to slowly brightens. My vision is blurry, forever clouded, as the sounds from the world around me begins to swallow me whole. What was once quiet now turns loud, the sound of laughter and taunts filling my ears, causing them to ring.I try my best to move my
SorenOnce I feel the tension and anger slowly begins to release from my body, I turn on my heel, stepping through the bushes and bunches of flowers, destroying every pedal beneath my feet. I storm up the wooden stairs and head back inside the mansion, my eyes catching a glimpse of the dead soldiers
SorenI hold a towel to my head, drying off the damp strands of hair as a beads of water roll down the back of my neck. With one quick glance into the bathroom mirror, I catch a glimpse of my appearance, knowing that Celia is bound to make some comment or hide beneath the sheets of the bed with her
CeliaSoren and I have stayed inside the Duke’s wooden mansion for a week now. The once unfamiliar hallways are now recognizable and I am able to navigate my way through the home without having to ask for help. I have fallen into a rhythm with the home, knowing exactly where to step to avoid the cre