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Chapter 01: Smoke (ii)

“This scar won’t last forever.”

She laid back against the grey door, one too familiar to her existence. The wait brought agony but sure, to gain warmth upon her frozen soul, an equivalent amount of her sanity needed to be at stake. As it dripped, falling like a cascade down her pale unevenness, she knew the day of freedom would remain unattainable for a long time. Perhaps, a few more years would add to the list of uncertain prodigies, her dear heart had grown an infatuation with.

It was a great deal to her friends; they couldn’t bear the aggravating presence of her demons lurking beyond the coloured curtains. Nobody would dare deny the fact that she had mastered the art of hiding the most alluring decorations. They had not had the privilege of sharing glances with her and thus, help wasn’t one of the predictabilities of life. Though once, it almost gave away the truth; an impeccable packet of bandages showing from the confinement of her leathered cave. But evasion was quite easy, for one never knew what the future proudly had in store.

Long sessions of proceeding what had occurred once, she never stopped from the despicable entitlement and so, there were various tattoos decorating the bodily canvas. They remained in the blessings of rejuvenation throughout the years. Death was known unreachable to them and they were permitted to take part in races and win whenever they pleased. The official winner announcement was never made but they had always been graced the pleasure of the trophy that was cherished for a few days and then replaced by another, when no longer acceptable.

It was one of those days when the competition was awarded a new participant; highly capable and brought to surpass the others. The ceramic tiles had changed colour and an abstract piece of art flaunted itself in silence. Too bad, it would have a similar fate and be escorted unwillingly into the depths of non-existence.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The crimson streaks did not bother to utter a reply, choosing to appear oblivious but the darkness etched inside, seemed to have different plans. It always did.

“I run in your blood.”

A tear treacherously trickled at the unforeseen wave of despair stinging in her chest.

“How much longer will it take to purify my blood?”

Her voice quivered in the premises of the tiled walls.

“My dear, don’t forget. You can’t discard an eternal gift.”

(To be continued)

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