Chapter 1
I honestly thought it was over with.
The late night rituals, the scarring, the taking of blood and the rope burns. I was scared and was sick of being used like a puppet. I decided to leave as soon as I could, but my issue was I had no memory of leaving.
I had no memory of taking the motorcycle.
I had no memory of taking thirty-thousand dollars.
I had no memory of packing my bag and leave another state.
I was on my own and had to survive on my instances, if I was going to make it in this world. The beast is what drives me to stay awake and never look back. I had made a quick stop from the constant ride around to watch the sunrise just above the horizon. The only thing that was keeping me calm was the cigarette that had been going in and out of my mouth. Normally, I would never touch such a vile thing, but it was my only savior until I felt calm. I was not about to cry over something that was not my doing and the memory of it all was fogged over.
Oh, how I wished that this was all just a dream, but I was deep in denial about it.
Hey!
I just finished your story and honestly, I can’t stop thinking about it. The characters, the emotions, the atmosphere,it all felt so real and pulled me right in.
The whole time I was reading, I kept picturing it as a comic. Your storytelling has such strong visuals, I think it would translate beautifully. I’m a freelance artist and I’d love to help bring it to life if that’s ever something you’d be interested in.
No pressure at all! If you’re curious or just wanna chat, you can find me here:
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗: (𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥)
𝗜𝗚: (𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥)
𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗟: (𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥)
Thanks again for such an incredible story,it really stuck with me.
Cheers,
lizzie