SMOKE

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.Thick, black smoke quickly enveloped the ballroom with terrifying speed, spreading across the ceiling first before sinking lower, turning the once beautiful hall to a suffocating haze. A violent cough escaped me as my lungs burned, my arm felt partially numb now, and the blood hadn’t stopped flowing.Felix glanced at me when I didn’t stop coughing. He took off his shirt and barked at Elias.“Pull it from the other end.” Elias did, the jacket ripped into two, Felix tossed the blood-stained part before handing me the clean side. “Hold this against your nose. The smoke hasn’t gotten here, so you should be able to breathe clean air for some time.”“B-but what about you?” I glanced from him to the ripped suit jacket. “I’ll be fine, as long as you’re okay.” I swallowed, my hands shaking as I took it from him and held it against my nose. The heat struck next; filing theater ballroom with a terrifying feeling.Sweet flowed from my brows as the dress I had on quick

TWO RED THREADS SNAPPED

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW. The heat slapped against my face the moment I burst back inside the ballroom. If I thought the flames and the smoke before were terrible, it was nothing compared to what I stared at now. The entire ballroom was covered with thick, black smoke, so dark I could barely see anything. My lungs felt like they were on fire as I ran further inside. “Dad!!” I screamed, coughing violently as my feet stepped on crunched bottle shards. I lifted my dress higher, trying to keep from accidentally catching some of the blaze items on the ground. I ran forward, but the hem of my gown snagged on broken crystal, nearly throwing me to the floor. I ripped it free without slowing down, ignoring the fresh tear in the expensive fabric. “You!” Someone grabbed hold of my arm. Their nails dug into my skin, making me whimper. “Where did you exit from?” “W-what?” I hissed, lips wobbling in pain as his grip tightened. He looked entirely black now; the smoke had turned him into somethi

WHAT HELL LOOKS LIKE

FELIX’S POINT OF VIEW. Raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling length window softly, and the smell of coffee and paint filled the large sky-rise apartment. Billy and Max played with the squishy toys nearby, while I gripped the broken charcoal resting between my tattooed fingers before tossing it in the overflowing bin beside me. “Damn.” I hissed, staring at the large canvass is just been dragged a line of black ink across. The enormous crowd overlooked the gray cliffs bordering the sea. The air in England always felt different; seven years being here and it hasn’t changed. I stared at the unfinished painting in front of me, or rather, the eyes, and just like those mounted on the walls, they had the same pair of eyes. Hazel….it would never change. I ignored the tightening in my chest and grabbed another charcoal. I hated thinking; sometimes, I hated breathing. However, I couldn’t bring myself to take my soul to her. She would never want that. Seven years later, and I still couldn’t

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SMOKE

TWO RED THREADS SNAPPED

WHAT HELL LOOKS LIKE