Daughter of Ruin

SERA'S POV

The alarm rang so hard like it had been waiting for this moment that I was in my perfect dream to wake me up. The sounds shot so deep into my ears drums and straight into my drain like some mindlink from the Queen when she's upset.

At the moment I opened my eyes, still looking heavy and very tired, my head aching from the ringing alarm of the phone. I raised my pillow up, pulled the phone from underneath it and tapped the off button so hard.

The sky hadn't even brightened up yet. “goddamnit this alarm” I murmured to myself. Staring at the phone like it had a mind of its own when in essence I was the one who set it. At that moment I moved it aside and placed my head back sluggishly on the pillow. I closed my eyes to try and get myself a few minutes of sleep. Then it rang again, I jumped up from the bed in anger. “Wtf I'm sure that I turned this alarm off, why ring again you cursed object from the jaws of disturbance”. I raised the phone again and turned it off. Trying to lay on the bed and get myself some sleep but at this time, the sleep had already completely vanished from my eyes. Staring at the ceiling, my eyes weak and tired, kept slagging off.

Wondering how I'll get up and start out with my chores and then prepare for training. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me but not like I had any other choice, no one would force me to do it but if I really wanted to become a power wolf I had to take this bull by the horn.

I stood from the bed, pleasing my legs majesticly on the floor, I stared at them so gracefully. Indeed my foot was looking fresh this morning. Still sitting there I stared outside through the window and breathed in a sigh of exhaustion coupled with awareness of my freshly looking self. Gradually I stood up and headed towards the shower to brush my teeth then the calm sweet voice inside me spoke up.

“Sera darling you've been doing well lately, to yourself it may seem like you are overworking and overdoing things but you got it all wrong…”.

It was still speaking then I shunned it immediately I was not ready for any early morning pre lectures or parables of how the strong falter and waiver.

I grabbed my toothbrush hard, poured some water on it and while solemnly pressing in a little tooth on it. Shurving the toothbrush straight onto the teeth so hard and then scrubbing the tongue like it had never gone through this routine every day. If I don't, the fear of what I felt 6 years ago may creep in and that was something I avoided at all cost. Those days were very horrible and I wouldn't allow myself to fall back regardless of anything. After I was done I casually tossed the brush into its rack.

Then making my way towards the kitchen I had to pass that damn hallway so dark and creepy not to talk of the fact that I had seen a banshee there once making an incarnation that's I've never seen and it seemed to be targeted and really diabolical. I opened my room door and slowly stared at the hallway left and right. No one was there. I tiptoed my way through the hallway even the silence of a walking ghost was nothing compared to this.

On getting to the kitchen. The door seemed to be locked but by who this time, I mean they all knew that I was the one who was to handle the kitchen and dishes this week and whenever I'm doing that, I prefer not to lock the door so who did this. My face went from suspense to anger. With my teeth grinding against each other and unseen flames erupting from my head.

“PIXY”.

My mouth finally spoke. Like it had been caged and just dropped a huge bombshell out of it.

She was the only one who would try this goddamn play with me despite knowing how much I enjoy handling my chores during the morning hours. I stood there for a moment, swinging in thought of what to do. I clenched my fist so hard on my dress that my claws almost took the better of it. After a few seconds I slowly released the grip from my dress and made my way back to my room.

The hallway could feel my presence as I swung my legs like some Moon Goddess to be. I glided down the hallway, my hand reaching up instinctively to pat my hair. With a few practiced strokes of my fingers. I kept furrowing my hair. Each step I took echoed freedom and rest. At the thought of laying on to my bed. My tail unknowingly popped out of my gown in rhythm with my steps.

With a slight push the door and making a cracking sound as it slowly opened. Damn my room was a hot mess. Waving my head in utter dismay I began to tidy as fast as I could every cloth that was out of order. I placed it back in its normal place immediately. I placed the pillows on the bed and dressed the bed up so nicely and looked around and murmured to myself “now everything looks perfectly nice”. I tried to sit on my bed when I noticed that my tail had already popped out of my gown and I wasn't wearing any underwear. My hands covered my mouth holding back the scream of disbelief that I was about to scream. I wiggled my waist so hard. Turning to the left my gaze halted on a pair of scissors on the table. I lifted it and brought it close to my tail, making a gesture that I was about to slice it again. It slid back into my body with full force like some worm crab crawling into its shell.

A notification suddenly popped up on my phone screen. My eyes still recovering from it's lack of proper sleep couldn't catch a glimpse of it properly. I wondered who it was. Raising it slowly and staring at it, it was a group message from my ex Jerry.. He liked my story and replied to it.