Memories
<( Sarah’s POV )>
Wandering around in the seashore of the Atlantic City was quite fun to do, trying to overlook what all of them out there think I’m capable of. They don’t really know what a box full of straw will have at its end.
The high sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky. The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark, ragged clouds. A sky of mackerel clouds, crimson and amber-tinted.It was a grey afternoon with a dull sky threatening rain. the rain seemed to be trapped in the heart of the clouds just like my dead soul.
two years ago I was arrested by Eleanor my father’s bitch of a mother for almost eight years in her abandoned basement, behind iron bars. like a prisoner waiting to be hanged waiting for death every and each day.
A cloud, ominous and black, drifted over the city and released a sudden shower
(people running to prevent getting nausea, shops closing, people wandering the thunder with opened mouth and fearful faces)
Every drop of rain falls on my face made scroll down to the haunted place of my thoughts.
It was just a simple family of three members who lived happily somewhere in NewYork.
“Sarah come out welcome your Dad he is back from work.” Penelope Stewart shouted out loudly
( Sarah running out of her room to meet her dad)
“Daddy daddy !!! I missed you so much!” Said Sarah
“yes me too. you little devil.” Max Stewart claimed to Sarah
I won’t forget Max Stewart face when he is back home after two or maybe more months away from sweat home. and it is impossible to forget that dream that cursed my mind for a straight twelve years clueless of its hidden meanings that carried for me revenge soul. The dream that made me hungry for the blood of the ones who turned my life upside down.
( Thunder loud sound cuts my thoughts)
I just realized that am standing in the middle of thunders and uncle Paul and Dion shouting at me.
“Sarah get in!!” Dion burst out anger after realizing that Sarah is out in the middle of thunders
-You are still not ready to face any danger you’re putting your powers into danger!!! (Uncle Paul)
“Fine, I’m Comin!! ” voice thick with conviction, guilt
I wish I could just kill myself as you did, but I have reasons to live.
I Have to live for your sake, for your blood sake. (A heavy sight)
