Oakley Ruby Oriana

DAY ONE

_Kicking. _

_Screaming. _

_A blur of color, then none at all._

The room I wake up in is not my own. White light is the first thing I see, so bright I’m almost sure my irises have been bleached of color. 

A little man is living inside my head. That tiny man is pounding against my skull, desperate to escape. I want him to leave quite badly, actually. 

My limbs are log...

Rowan Kline Zorida 

ONE DAY BEFORE 

She is laughing. Of course, she laughs; she always laughs. 

“What was that?” she is looking around curiously, trying to get a sense of what the sound was. 

“Not good.” I grab her hand, carefully pulling her to the ground. I hold her closer to me, and we slide under the table of the booth. 

For a moment, I question whether it was just paranoia —a moment of mi...

Oakley Ruby Oriana

ONE DAY BEFORE

I’m jolted from sleep as something lands square on my stomach. The air leaves my lungs, and I sit up in a second, pressing my hands into my gut.

Getting something thrown at me Isn't my favorite way to be woken up, but my sister tends to do it often.

I roll my eyes and drop the shoe on the floor beside my bed, before turning my back to her.

I harbor a strang...

Chapter Two

Rowan Kline Zorida

TWO DAYS BEFORE

The rain only worsens. It pelts against my back in an erratic pattern as I walk back through the dense forest. I find comfort in the way rain drowns out all other sounds.

When the rain comes, the people tend to go away. The sound of everyday life fades, and I’m left to my thoughts. It is a dangerous place to be, yet I constantly find myself gett...

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This is scary for me, but no skimming I need actual reading of this pleaseee

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Chapter one

Oakley Ruby Oriana

Two days before

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All heroes are born fro...

A simple note,

Syllables strung together,

Letters linked,

But I cry anyway.

Coming from you,

It warms my heart,

Timeless timing,

Words that won’t die.

I hold it to my heart,

And press it to my pulse,

Feeling the words,

More then just reading.

I’ll press it in a place,

Only I can find,

And replay the response,

I miss you.

“I 100% think of you as a sister”

And my heart breaks,

Befo...

I’m making this look like a poem,

In hopes I won’t get shadow banned,

It might not work,

But im gonna try anyway.

I just bought two boxes of stuff,

From Shadow Queens little Etsy shop,

And it looks really cute,

And I’m really excited.

I’m mainly just posting,

because i haven’t in so long,

So my apologies,

But my life has been,

Batshit crazy,

For a hot second,

And I’m just getting out of it...

Sweltering sunlight sticking to skin,

Making me miss the marvelous months,

When winters wind whipped against my face,

With Cozy cafes, Cold coffees, and controlled comfort.

A summer I will certainly not miss.

(I’ll write an authors note later I was forced to do this at author’s academy thing)...

Busy as always,

But with every task,

Comes the burden,

Of completion.

When I accomplish something,

I don’t feel proud,

I feel relived,

and I’m sick of it.

With every task,

Comes a voice,

Cutting me up,

Making it impossible.

“What if it’s not good enough?”

_What if _**_I’m_**_ not good enough. _

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“What if no one likes it?”

_What if no one likes _**_me_**_? _

__

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A constant battle,

On...

Finally,

Some validation,

That,

I’m not crazy.

A good head on my shoulders,

Keep doing what I’m doing,

Strangely mature,

I’ve heard all of it.

They ask where I learned all of it,

The techniques,

The constant analyzing,

and the answer?

I have always done it that way.

Because I had to survive that way,

A family with nothing but attacks,

You have to learn to survive,

All on your own...