|The Shadows Within
Author: linskylersronenan PM
Jacqueline Delacour is a fifteen year old girl with a problem. She's dead. She is now one of the elite, a type of demon called a Shadow Dragon. The only problem is that it seems like everyone wants her dead for good now, although it seems near impossible to accomplish that. Will she live to tell her tale or die trying? Warning: There will be violence and a few death scenes. Enjoy!Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Tragedy - Words: 429 - Published: 11-04-12 - id: 3071553
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Author's Note: So, I made up my own kind of demon called a Shadow Dragon, hence the title. I hope you guy's like this. R&R! And please, leave comments. They help me get better.
When I wake,
I shall die.
My life will lie in your hands.
Hold me tight just once
Before I die,
And my life shall be complete.
There is a time of day that I can't stand. Maybe it's because of all the things that have happened in my life, how they all seemed to happen around this time. During this time, all I want to do is die. But I know that I can't. Not now. So I found other ways of entertaining myself. What are they? I can't tell you. Not many people like me, not many people trust me, all for a good reason. I sometimes don't even trust myself.
If you are a person who doesn't like death, then I suggest that you don't read anything past this sentence. All that awaits is misery. I know that I probably already have lost some people, but I know others will stay and read this. For those of you that stay, I thank you. I want my story known before I die, for I can feel that the end will be soon. With every word I write, it draws to a close. My breathing is getting heavier, slower. My eyelids, closing on their own, against my will.
The pain throughout my body slowly turns to numbness, spreading. I wasn't very fond of this feeling; it was one of death. One I had experienced before. I looked quickly at my sword and saw that it was almost whole, and knew at that moment that I wasn't going to die today. I could already tell that the wound was healing as I regained feeling. My breathing became lighter.
I sighed, ready to take on the world again. To show them who I truly was. That I was not one to be pushed around. To be prodded and poked at.
No. I was better than that, and they would all pay. I, Jacqueline Delacour, would make them rue the day that they had decided to kill me. I was an idea, and ideas cannot die. They may have killed me, but I can back, more demonic than ever. I am a Shadow Dragon. One of the only seven that exist. I am rare. I am powerful.
My very existence means death.