Frozen Wings!
500 Words
JENNA
Chapter 7
There was some imagery stuck in my head about the snow, the people, and their blood.
Everything was beautiful except for the blood that was stained onto their skins. They looked vicious, ready for a fight they are hungry for blood.
The blood that was stained on their skins slowly disappears into their smooth white skins looking fairer by each absorbance, and I could feel it this gives them more power. They were feeding off blood to sustain their beauty and power, but the weird animal was on the floor, scrawny looking like all the blood was sucked out from the animal with nothing left but their meaty flesh.
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"Dad," I cried on my bed. Tears were streaming down my face uncontrollably. I couldn't hold it in. The pain is unbearable.
I constantly groan in pain trying to move but by each movement, the pain felt like someone was stabbing behind my back. "Dad," I screamed again.
This time I heard someone running. My door quickly slams open as my father quickly came kneeling down on me. "Jenna, what's wrong?"
"My back it hurts. I don't why, but it just hurts. I can't move."
My father nodded his head and walked to the other side of the bed looking at my back. I felt his warm touch and quickly moved away gasping in pain. His touch wasn't normal they were hot, burning hot. It was like he was setting fire to my body.
My dad seems to understand the situation and told Lucy to grab some ice from the refrigerator and took it into his hands. When he touched it felt much more comfortable but the pain was still there but now it was bearable. When my father zips down my shirt to see my back. I heard them gasp.
I heard my father told Lucy to grab something from a room I have never heard and get some weirded box that I never heard them talking about.
At the back of me, I heard Lucy legs run as fast as the wind and came back with the box I guess my father spoke of. He flips the box open and got something out.
I didn't know what it was but I felt my father pour something on my back it was liquid, but the weird thing I could feel my skin was absorbing it. The pain was starting to disperse as well. I felt more normal and relaxed. When I felt my father hands place on my back I still shifted away from his touch. The warm of his hands still burns me.
Later, he tried again placing his fingers on my back this time they felt cold but there was still a little bit of warm emitting from his hands but at least the pain was bearable when his hands were still a little cold.
"Christ, what is that?" Lucy gasp.
"I don't know," Dad answers. "But they almost looked like wings."
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