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"I no longer hurt…."
Kiaze scoffed the words as soon as she finished writing them. She had never written a bigger lie. The flames from the single candle lit her brilliant blue eyes as they flicked over the words one last time before she shut the journal with a snap and tossed it on to a large, cluttered, cherry wood desk. It skidded across a few papers before sliding to a spot beside an old antique black silver desklamp that had begun to collect cobwebs on top of the several layers of dust.
Kiaze sighed again and pulled her legs tighter to herself as she sat curled up in an old, dusty, rusty-red colored easy chair. The study was dark, although it was mid-afternoon. Shelves full of books lined the North and East walls. All were covered thickly with dust, and cobwebs inhabited every corner and open space where a book was missing.
Outside the wind whipped the rain against the large Bay window that faced out to the West, overlooking a dark, empty back road. The branches of the dead and dying trees clawed at the darkening sky.
Kiaze shivered involuntarily and her brow furrowed in worry as lightning lit the room for a blinding nano-second, followed shortly by a defeaning clap of thunder. Kiaze winced at the sound of.
Far down the south hall, shouting voices could be heard above the thunder and howling wind. Kiaze grimaced and blinked back hot tears of exhaustion, anger, and worry. The storm outside wasn't the only one raging.
Kiaze swiped the back of her shaking hand across her cheek to catch the one tear that escaped. She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the voices that seemed to tear at her heart with every word. Her parents had fought for years. Kiaze let the tears come as doors slammed, and the last of the angry words were shouted. She wept quietly, before finally drifting off to sleep as the large grandfather clock struck six.
A/N
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