ly'

ceiving a glare from him. My grandmother was the queen of the Donne family. I had

s heads on a silver platter, including my grandfather's,

ring your own body. Otherwise, you have to chop off one of your toes fingers, or ears. Awful! So imagine w

on. The second the old man sat down, I too

asked his right-hand man, M

the Black Python di

y nightmare. On my feet, I challenged the old man. "This doesn't concern me, and so

, almost causing me to fall backward. The dagger was now stuck into the wall, swaying – if I hadn't moved so qui

bout 30 feet apart and I was only standing a few feet from the exit. I glanced

nt those words left my lips, that I had just ripped open an old w

pen

my cheek. "Repent, never." I r

eep after what had just happened. I paced around the room, feeling uncomfortable and agitated at the same time.

the time was 6 a.m. when, in reality, it was only 4:40 a.m. Switching sides, I lay on

d I felt my body weak from lack of sleep. I haven't had a proper sleep for four days in a row. The nightm

s, my eyes started drooping

ather's voice echoed

grandfather's men approaching me - the next thing I knew, I was bei

d by rage that he forgot that I was his niece. He also forgot that I was the one who should be angry, cry, and most o

sure what would happen, but I knew it would be bad when I saw the sharp bamboo stick and

dreaming, Sal

lently, but the nightmare c

ning delirium, chanting something about Raven being the cloak of the night. And that was all I could grasp until I felt my left sho

gged him for forgiveness even thou

b of the sharp bamboo stick through my skin woke me up instantly. I sat up, p

d stood up immediately, I didn't care anymore. I have to get out of thi

ng the bag's strap over my shoulder, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash my face. I le

g. I checked the time on my phone again and it was 6:10 a.m. I could see the colors and streaks of pastel blue and white coloring