A Thorn That Pierces Me の小説・ストーリー

“What’s this?” He chuckles sadly. “It’s a thorn from your first shelter. The one they had me break… it’s a piece of you. It’s helped me get through all of the experiments, all of the dark times, because I knew I had at least a small part of me with you.”

, Rose stomped her foot whilst expressing her deep disgust at what her mother is asking of her. “My sweet Rose, your thorns are showing… remember that young ladies need to be seen in society and present a calmness even when they don’t feel it inside”, spoke Opal serenely. “I know you would rather be out playing with your cousins but those boys are too rough and you are at an age where you can’t be rolling about playing in the muck!”, she continued.

Amara Blake POV The walls of my house were thin. So thin I could hear the clock tick in the kitchen from my bed. So thin the neighbors probably heard the way my mother smiled with her voice and slashed with her words. So thin I could almost pretend I wasn’t trapped inside. Almost. I sat curled up on the farthest corner of my mattress, arms wrapped around my knees, textbook open but untouched in front of me. Calculus formulas blurred on the page, swimming in and out of focus as the fight downstairs rose in pitch — another argument about the car payment, about the dirty dishes, about the way I “forgot” to call my father “sir” yesterday.

No, this was all her. “I will show you what power really feels like, Luna. What pain really feels like!” She roared in my mind. A loud, mind-shattering roar. My waist twisted, my ribs snapping as I felt her tearing through my skin. “Stop. It hurts.” I screamed, feeling the pain swirling like a raging storm under my skin. Thorns. Tiny ones. Lots of them were pricking my skin all at once. Every nerve came alive in my body as the pain chipped away at my consciousness.

I hold him, stroking his hair all the way down. But then I feel something on his back. Something small and hard an sharp. I hug him tighter, searching for the strange are on his back where I touched the thing. At first I was willing to bet that I was just imagining things. But then I see something small and black and pointy poking right out of Roman's skin. A thorn. A thorn that looks similar to the ones from the vine, the very thing that wounded him.

The harsh elements seemed almost fitting, a cruel reflection of my inner despair. “Ouch!” I winced as a thorn pierced the thin skin of my toe, the sharp pain jolting me momentarily from my sorrow. The night only seemed to get worse. Perhaps the moon goddess had heard my silent plea. I was about to vanish in this desolate place, disappearing without a trace from everyone’s lives. Such grace! A faint, sarcastic smile spread across my face as I pulled out the thorn, watching more blood ooze from the fresh wound. Maybe my long-standing wish to die naturally was about to be granted. Yes, you are right! I was too cowardly to end it myself despite everything.

My steps faltered, and I collapsed onto the forest floor, the weight of my fall crashing upon me. Grimacing, I clenched my teeth against the searing pain. I crawled behind a tree and looked down at my feet, blood trickled down as the thorn twig had gone deep into my skin, my left foot had sustained an injury and it burned. Moving my hands lower, I gently pulled out the thorn from my left foot and whimpered lowly with scrunched face at the pain I felt.

Until my feet touched more than one thorn, I collapsed to the ground, reaching for my foot as I cried out in pain. My heart was racing out of my chest. I could hear my own heart beat as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was sweating and the feeling of blood on my skin wasn't helping. I panted and all the energy I had, had vanish. I needed somebody to help. It was like I was meant to step on that thorn. Like I couldn't actually escape. Like I didn't deserve to.

Which I assume to be punches of happiness on some tables or walls. Is this finally the reality?! Am I already awake?! Are those celebrating people my friends and family?! “Mom! Da– ah!” I couldn't finish calling my parents as I immediately winced upon trying to move my hands. ‘What's going on?! It hurts! It feels like my palms are fully pricked of thorns!’ Just then, upon internally saying the word 'thorns', a quick flash of the real reality kicked me when I raised my hand to see why they hurt so bad.

However, if you flip it, it would reveal the darkest truth about it. The thorns of these roses are very visible making the aura really different. The truth is that in most cases, people always expect the prettiest and sweetest flowers of the future. They expect to be able to pass through these flowers like it is the easiest thing they could do in their life. However, if they try to really do it, they would experience the pain in that path. The thorns that can cause blood to drip out from a person's skin. A lot of these could actually leave wounds that would turn into scars.