The Taste of Blood
Ch. 5-Me, Myself, and I
The day after the "Jager" incident, I stepped out of my room, kohl staining my cheeks where it had run the night before, and hair all over the place. I saw the sun shining through the huge window in the hallway, and promptly ran back to my room. How could the sun still be shining when there was no more Jager? Didn't it realize that the world was coming to an end? Then I went on to all the usual escapades that just dumped girls go through. How can the world survive, nobody will want me, life has no meaning, etc. etc.
Finally, I composed myself, and decided to go see Ryanne. I found her sitting at the table eating breakfast.
"Hey Ryanne" I said casually. I didn't know how she would react; after all, I hadn't talked to her in days.
"Hi." She said, avoiding my eyes.
Confused, I moved until I was facing her. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" she glared into my eyes. Surprised at the anger I saw there, I took a step back.
"Do you have any idea how much I have been ignored these past weeks?" she continued. "Did you even realize that Cheri has not been eating lately because she thinks she's too fat? Do you know where Aria is? No? Well, just to tell you, she ran off with some guy three days ago, and you haven't even noticed! I hate you!" she cried, getting more and more intense as she continued.
I backed away. 'Who is this child?' I thought. 'What family is this?' In later years, I realized that it was my fault. I should have been there to talk Cheri back into eating, I should have discussed other options instead of running away to help get Aria what she wanted, and I should have at least put a caring arm around Ryanne. However, I did not think about that then. The only thoughts filling my head were of hatred, and despair. I thought that my family was against me, and that I should leave. So, I ran. However, I did not get very far because the Nile stopped me.
Flames filled the inside of my eyelids as I nurtured the uncoiling hatred. My eyes snapped open with only one thought. Burn. I will burn. And I will make all suffer.
My gaze landed on the reeds lining the great river, and I smiled. 'Yes,' I thought. 'I will burn the reeds.' So, I took the small flint goddess of Hathor that I always kept hidden in my dress and ran it across another stone. Well, if you know anything of fire, then you will know that flint causes great sparks, and the sparks landed on the dry reeds, and the flames spread and I was grinning madly...and then I heard a scream.
The scream knocked me back to the real world, and I realized that I had endangered not only myself, but also the whole entire village. Oh, sweet goddess! What have I done? Frantically, I looked all around me, seeking the source of the scream. Then my eyes fell on a child no older then 9, who seemed to look a lot like me. It was Ryanne.
"Ryanne!" I screamed, burning the hem of my dress in a frantic attempt to save her. She looked at me with eyes large from fear and the knowledge of helplessness. Flames and smoke clouded my vision as I kept telling myself to breathe. I could not give up, I could not give up! Then I took in a huge breath of the smoky air, and knew no more.
A/N- Hey ppl reading this!!! I would like to thank GallopingSunflower, Ocean Lily, dracul-blackdragon, jeredyzgrl35, liquid thalassa, and nite- huntress for you wonderful reviews! Keep reviewing, and I will keep writing.
Ch. 5-Me, Myself, and I
The day after the "Jager" incident, I stepped out of my room, kohl staining my cheeks where it had run the night before, and hair all over the place. I saw the sun shining through the huge window in the hallway, and promptly ran back to my room. How could the sun still be shining when there was no more Jager? Didn't it realize that the world was coming to an end? Then I went on to all the usual escapades that just dumped girls go through. How can the world survive, nobody will want me, life has no meaning, etc. etc.
Finally, I composed myself, and decided to go see Ryanne. I found her sitting at the table eating breakfast.
"Hey Ryanne" I said casually. I didn't know how she would react; after all, I hadn't talked to her in days.
"Hi." She said, avoiding my eyes.
Confused, I moved until I was facing her. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" she glared into my eyes. Surprised at the anger I saw there, I took a step back.
"Do you have any idea how much I have been ignored these past weeks?" she continued. "Did you even realize that Cheri has not been eating lately because she thinks she's too fat? Do you know where Aria is? No? Well, just to tell you, she ran off with some guy three days ago, and you haven't even noticed! I hate you!" she cried, getting more and more intense as she continued.
I backed away. 'Who is this child?' I thought. 'What family is this?' In later years, I realized that it was my fault. I should have been there to talk Cheri back into eating, I should have discussed other options instead of running away to help get Aria what she wanted, and I should have at least put a caring arm around Ryanne. However, I did not think about that then. The only thoughts filling my head were of hatred, and despair. I thought that my family was against me, and that I should leave. So, I ran. However, I did not get very far because the Nile stopped me.
Flames filled the inside of my eyelids as I nurtured the uncoiling hatred. My eyes snapped open with only one thought. Burn. I will burn. And I will make all suffer.
My gaze landed on the reeds lining the great river, and I smiled. 'Yes,' I thought. 'I will burn the reeds.' So, I took the small flint goddess of Hathor that I always kept hidden in my dress and ran it across another stone. Well, if you know anything of fire, then you will know that flint causes great sparks, and the sparks landed on the dry reeds, and the flames spread and I was grinning madly...and then I heard a scream.
The scream knocked me back to the real world, and I realized that I had endangered not only myself, but also the whole entire village. Oh, sweet goddess! What have I done? Frantically, I looked all around me, seeking the source of the scream. Then my eyes fell on a child no older then 9, who seemed to look a lot like me. It was Ryanne.
"Ryanne!" I screamed, burning the hem of my dress in a frantic attempt to save her. She looked at me with eyes large from fear and the knowledge of helplessness. Flames and smoke clouded my vision as I kept telling myself to breathe. I could not give up, I could not give up! Then I took in a huge breath of the smoky air, and knew no more.
A/N- Hey ppl reading this!!! I would like to thank GallopingSunflower, Ocean Lily, dracul-blackdragon, jeredyzgrl35, liquid thalassa, and nite- huntress for you wonderful reviews! Keep reviewing, and I will keep writing.