I was going to kill those birds. Those infernal creatures that people associated with joy and peace. I was ready to rip their stupid little beaks right off their stupid little faces. Maisie loved the birds. Maybe that was one of the reasons I hated them so much.

“Melaine!” Maisie exclaimed from her seat at the table. “Wipe that scowl off your face. It’s a lovely day!” I turn and glare at her instead of the birds, feeling the addicting rush of darkness pulsing through me. She just laughs and tosses her dark hair over her shoulder. “I’m not a bird Melaine. You can’t use your power to silence my singing.” I glance down at my clenched fist. Sure enough, the birds had stopped their singing. They’d probably fallen from their perches, dead. Like things typically do when the abomination inside me awakens.

I close my eyes, and a shiver of pleasure surges through me as the darkness’s familiar fingers stroke my skin. And for a moment, the feelings of hate that lay rotting inside of me were forgotten.

“Why do you always have to sulk like that? It wouldn’t kill you to smile.” Maisie’s voice cut through my reverie destroying the moment.


  1. I love this! Does it stand alone? I mean…it does, but is it a finished piece? Just a short little thing? Can I post it on Do Not Erase today?

  2. Clear, iniomratfve, simple. Could I send you some e-hugs?

  3. Make a more new posts please :)

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