Hint of Darkness and Light

Verena’s POV

The moonlight greeted my hazelnut eyes. Both gleaming from the ecstasy of pure joy. I managed to pull off my dumbest move but at least I survived.

Am I surviving? Or am I dying? I can’t feel the pain from the numbness of my whole body but I’m holding the only evidence of my body feeling erratic from my left belly being jotted by a knife multiple times and getting shot God knows how many times. My eyes stung, barely holding the tears to run down.

If I die now I would console my dead heart that I got a billion dollars transferred to my account.

I’m in a field lying against the wet grass from the dew of the rain. Is it really the dew or I’m just lying in my own blood helplessly.

I can’t mutter words that I need to shout for help. All I can hear is the silence of the world and the party of crickets.

My toes scrunched when I heard multiple footsteps of an unknown creature. I guess they found me looking so powerless as ever. I fought myself from closing my eyes.

They are getting closer and closer. I accepted my fate long ago before starting the job so dying would be an easy task now.

I jerked when a massive brown dog sniffed my head then came a howling sound. I can imagine it is a wolf or fox, I don’t know. I’m legally dumb in terms of these.

“I can hear her heartbeat, she’s dying, Rox.” Someone muttered in a low but husky voice that seemed tired.

I opened my mouth only to mutter, “Who the hell are you?” Someone huffed at my remark that sounded like a whisper of a tree from a windy season.

“Are we going to save her?” A girly voice replied.

What’s with them? Walking their dogs in the middle of the night in an unknown place.

“She seems like a bad person.”

“Leave me alone, dogs.” I tried to sound so egotistical maniac but only to voice out groggy relentless sounds. I wanna stand up and show the world I’m no longer a weakling. And I’ll never be a weakling. But it won’t hurt if some people will see me like this right. I’m just a girl-like everyone would see, powerless.

“Ungrateful rat.” Another man voiced out.

He slapped me across the face that left me shocked. My system enraged, I managed to put myself on one knee but before I could push myself to stand up and fight back.

“Por’tum ilocost”. Someone whispered behind my ear. The shiver run throughout my whole body then my vision became blurry until the darkness consumed me.

I had this feeling that I’m halfway dead. I can’t open my eyes but my senses are on point. I can hear multiple bickering. Huffing sounds and someone shouting.

I opened my eyes to only see ray of light and multiple silhouettes but my stupid eyes closed again. I want to pinch my eyes open to have the evidence that I’m not yet dead.

Luckily I can hear what mock up words they’ve been spitting out. I know that this isn’t a hospital or else I’m tied out in the bed’s railing for the reason I’m an actual criminal or some sort.

Because if I’m dead I’ll never see rays of light again, I can foresee oceans of fire and darkness. I would go to hell, literally.

“She had a gun Tess, what would you expect us to believe? That she’s a ballet dancer who happens to have a real gun and was shot because of a play?” My inner self wanted to punch whoever said that, but yeah he got a point, saving a stranger that was shot was a bad idea, definitely that she possesses a gun and a knife buckled in her thigh.

My breathing patterns shake, I want to swallow the lump on my throat that has been growing. I’ll never understand how bad I was in my past life to deserve this kind of treatment from people. Oh right, I deserved it.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I was thrown by my own parents and had to live with just me by my side.

I’ve lived in an orphanage with a lot of different kids. A lot of girls who, at the time, were older and bigger than me. For as long as I can remember, I tried to avoid being around other kids, adults-anyone really-because they enjoyed taking out their frustrations on the scrawny kid that I was. Inevitably, those situations didn’t end well for the other party. They hurt me. And I would hurt them back. Tenfold. I might have been smaller and younger, but I had a lot of prior experience in defending myself.

That’s how I see the world. Justice and fairness nothing less nothing more.

“We should consult this to him.”

“Are you nuts!?” A strong girly voice contradicted.

Hmmm, this is more fun than true crime podcasts.

“He would kill us Damien! If he finds out we brought this girl that might bring harm to the pack, he will twist our limbs and feel regret for our whole lifetime.”

“Can you stop bickering Rox? You literally pushed us to bring her.” I can feel him rolling his eyes.

“She’s pitiful.”

Now I have beef with this girl.

“I summoned him before this got out of hand.” The voice is new and I think he’s one of the smartest among them. Almost.

“If we were killed later I hope your guilt will hunt you Lucas.” The girl replied. I think she is Rox, and I think they’re a gang or whatsoever dumb fraternity.

“He will literally ban us in the pack.”

“Shut up Mr. Overdramatic.”

I felt the swish of unknown chill in the air. I can hear my heart booming all over the place. My blood is boiling from unknown spasms coming from my veins.

Sandalwood and earthy smell filled my nose.

My subconscious keeps me awake and pushes me to open my eyes.

“The hell is going on here?” The voice boomed all over the place. I want to smirk yet my face can’t perform it.

That was a very husky and sexy voice.

Celibacy is a crime this age, Venie.