The Apollolis Furies

nt of my imagination? The concrete walls surrounded me. I knew that much. What I had figured was how I had gotten here. My body screamed. A dark shadow hovered over me and the violent me

n. I tilted my head to stare at the hallucination that had to be standing o

was family dinner. I prodded my memories. Deep within my cerebral cortex, the answer lay dormant. Fragments of pictures twirled in my memory, the broken shards of my

urging of bolts and electrons through my body reminded me of the tremendous pain I was dealing with. It was like a sharp knife stabbing through my chest. A slow and memorable pain that crippled all of my senses. The stranger lifted me up carefu

the marble kitchen floor. My father had yelled for her to stop acting unreasonably. The clown and my party guests stared despondently at me. My legs were hanging over the chair and my auburn wavy hair was loose. When I couldn't take it anymore, I ran outside, my small legs kicking up sand. My tiny hands grabbed onto the swing. I bowed my

door leading to the garden opened. My mother and father came outside holding each other's hand. There was a disrupting sound that caused the dream to crumble before me. My eyes fluttered open and glanced around. I was back in my room, the navy blue walls and my small bookcase that was almost empty. My desk had my blue journal that was on top of it

ar and a half. She was found a week ago in an abandoned building. Her captors had disappeared, not leaving any traces behind. T

t with blue strips and black trousers. He smiled affectionately. He followed my gaze to the TV, picked up

n the edge of the bed. "Aurora, honey." He paused

't remember. There were purple, brown half -moons underneath my father's eyes. His hair disheveled, and he wore a wrinkled shirt. There was a dark shadow that was buried behind his fatherly features. A sadness that dragged him to the depths of

ed up your favorite." He kissed me on t

r? My head started throbbing, the pain churned my insides, and bile was forming in my throat. He left the room. I slipped out my blankets, a sharp pain coursed through my body. I tried to focus on where the pain was radiating from. When I moved a

h my mom spreading her wings by hanging works of art and ornaments against my father's endless protestations. This time the wall was bare and the ornaments that had stood on the table on the opposite side of the paintings were now gone. Staring closely at my mother. She was much shorter

painful, and there was a jab in my chest. I stood up, my legs wobbly underneath me. They all turned to stare at me, even Miles. Miles's green eyes now looked dark hazel. He

ng okay, hun?"

e's probably parched." He turned to stare at

way. His head was bowing down. My mom sank into her chair. I had never seen my family so despondent. I wanted to run after Miles, to drag him back to the table, but I knew whatever he was going

ll me what's going on?

n his drink. "It's

e are all here today."

my stomach has been doing som

"Honey, let's eat as a family

t. I ne

oice bothered me. The only time he acted concerned was when I was sick. My throat was dry and felt like sandpaper. Being trapped in this house with the humidit

was the one thing that remained intact. An orange - purple light covered the sky. Men wearing gray track suits jogged past me. The evening sun was setting in, the only sound visible was the sight of the jogging men. Besides that, there was no one outside. What day was it? It felt like a

't help smiling at him. Just my luck. Here was this gorgeous guy, and I looked like I had just been run over by a truck. Not to mention my tangled hair. His smile vanished, his brows furrowed. I instinctively touched my face. The boy looked at hi

about this." Hi

ervously.

omeone who has gone through

y at him. "I do

in an abandoned building. You were in a state of shock when they found you." He paused. Pallor took ove