No Face.

Loosing someone was heart Thrashing. Seeing them die killed me.Death was Captivating. A story about a young 16 year old girl. Killed. Lived. Half Demon Half Reaper.

  Loosing someone was heart Thrashing. Seeing them die killed me. Death was Captivating.  

          Is it true to not witness fear at such a time? No more thoughts of misjudgment, no more fear of anxiety, no more preservation in the mind...It's actually very Delightful. The fear of death washes away as that last breath floats away. You feel the greatest feeling you would of ever felt. You felt free of worries, problems, everything. That's what I thought. But, Why do we live, if we know we will eventually die... 

I looked up at the burning celling as it gracefully collapsed over me. 

How could I be alive one second, then dead the next. 

I breathed my last deep breath as the burns stung my skin like being penetrated by small pieces of glass on every inch of your skin...., causing it to melt off and burn in shameful innocent ashes. 

This world is very unpromising... very weird... very scary. "At least I died with my family", I say. I regret. 

 I never new my last breath was my first.

  I blinked several times to test out if I was awake, real, alive. The sunlight flowed from the window closer to my eyes as I begin to wake. I sat up on my bed fixing my hair and began to think. It was the same dream again. Usually, When you have a nightmare at first and have it again and again, you start to get use to it. Unfortunately, not  this nightmare. It would always play in my dreams, and I would be scared out of my pants every single time. I sat up in my bed and stared at the sunlight. My dorm room was dark except of that little speck of light. I placed my arm under the light and pulled up my  sleeve. I revealed to myself a harsh burn mark. I would still always  feel a horrible eye-opening pain if I'd touch it. Even if i touched it just slightly with my bareskin.  I laughed slightly with a tear. That dream was always about a girl..that died. Its funny because, that girl was me.  

  I opened the lights of my room and squinted my eyes from the sudden brightness. I opened my window and looked outside the orphanage. with a plain dull look. Today was "Adoption Day". Here they treated us like pets, and look at us like pets. I remember when i was 10 there was this rich lady that came by wanting to adopt a child. She saw me. Patted my head. Rubbed my head, and simply placed a cookie in my mouth and said "Good Child". I sighed. A few cars drove into our parking lot, and the directors went out and greeted them as usual. The head director of our Quad, which was Quad 3, rang the bell. It meant "Hurry your butt up, get dressed, and look like you're having the time of your life here". I quickly opened my ancient looking wardrobe and pulled out my black dress. I wore it hastily and then whipped my face with a towel and put on a spurious mask of sanctity. I went outside and locked my dorm room as i adjusted my Bow. Children from the ages 14-16 walked down to the Center Hall. Children 9-13 Jogged. and Children below that Ran childishly towards the center hall.  I walked casually yet dully. 

  "Xaphaaaniii!!!(ZA-FANNIE)", Vinilla shouted and shoved me from behind in a playful jumpy mood.

  I sighed then instantly smiled and patted her head, "Heeeeey, please call me by my nickname", I stuck my tounge at her and she placed her arm around me in a friendly way. 

  "Hey, Hey! There's more cars today than last month!! Aren't you excited Fannie?" 

  I looked at her with an unamused face and sighed, "Why would I be?"
  She looked at me the same way she would always look at me when I'd say that. She spoke worriedly "Well it's just...", she stuttered and mumbled some words, " Aren't you tired of this place? Same thing every single day! No freedom, and wouldn't it be nice to have the feeling of actually having a family? Like that one movie we wat-", she looked at me and her words faded out. She knew how emotional I'd get if she mentioned family. Vinny Knew my past and rather not mention it. After all, she was my bets friend here, and could always cheer me up. 

  "I...didn't mean to....you k-know i get overly excited...come on..", she hugged me as we continued down the stair to the Center Hall. 

  

"Attention all Orphans", The speaker on the stage announced. Why do they want to keep reminding us that we have no family?, " Orphans from Quad 3 please step on stage in an ORDERLY fashion"

There was only five of us in 3rd Quad: Vinnie, Christian, Rachel, Bartley, and Myself. We weren't the most presentable people to be placed on stage, but we were decent. I stood there looking over at Vinnie who was happily smiling and waving at the small crowd of people. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to see Vinnie anymore. All eyes were on her. I yawned and the 3rd Quad  director snapped a ruler at my shoulder. I looked at her in the eye. 

  She whispered demandingly, " You better behave Miss Xaphani Haloreen, or you'll have no hope once i'm done with you disobedient self" 

  "I only yawned, you kept me up last night scrubbing the bathroom floor"

  She wasn't as much older as me. Probably 19. Only reason she's here is that her father is the high boss. I never really liked her. She would always discipline us for no particular reason. It must be nice having a father. She looked at me like a lion would look at the man who caged her. 

  "At least I have a father...", she walked down the line as she flipped her blonde hair. 

  Oh, i wanted her dead. 

  I hated this day, and I always have. As usual, the director calls us up to the microphone and we have to tell about ourselves as best as we could. Vinnie's speech was amazing and captured everyone's heart. Lastly they called me up. I got in big trouble for making stuff up last month so I decided to be honest with them. With the director. With Myself. 

  I adjusted the microphone and spoke, "Hello, Uh my name is Xaphani Haloreen. I am 16 years old, and I am Clearly female" Not a smile or giggle from the crowd.

 "I wasn't born into the orphanage. When i was 6 years old i woke up in my house, on my bed, alone. I think. The ceiling and sides of my room was  filled with wild heat flames. I didn't know if my mom or dad was at home that time but all I saw was fire. I felt burns like no other.  You may ask how I remember this but, when its something this life threatening, how could you not remember it? I felt lightness, like a feather. Then I opened my eyes. I was at a hospital. The doctor was amazingly surprised on how I wasn't burned everywhere across the skin but one part", I revealed the burn mark to everyone, " And then I was placed here. The police did not find any evidence if my parents were at home or not neither do they know who started the fire. Until now, no one has seen my parents or any remains in the fire. I live here today as a happy child", I said the last line sarcastically. I sighed and haggardly walked to my seat. 

  Suddenly an odd woman stood up from the far back of the room and caught my attention instantly. She wore a purple hood along with a velvet black dress, as if she was going to walk down the red carpet. I knew her. I knew her, but from where? I Didn't get to sit down, i froze and stared at her viscously. All I had to do was look at her face and see who she was. How do I know her, who is this? The crowd looked at me with confusion and I just kept staring. I wanted to shout "HEY YOU" but I just couldn't.  She Limped across the room towards the exit. I had to stop her, I knew her! I knew her! The director smacked my back with the ruler and yelled nonsense at me. As the director attempted to hit again, i grabbed her hand and twisted her arm as she stared at me with fear. 

  "Xaph-", She said as if it was to be her last words.

  She struggled to untwist her arm and I let out a sly smile... almost a crazy one. I let go and shook my head as she fell to the floor gripping her own arm.  I turned my head to the mysterious lady again and she was gone. It made no sense. She was limping and she was fairly far away form the exit. I whipped my face as the crowd stared in disbelief. I turned my head to Vinnie and she looked at me if I became some kind of monster. I turned at the director that was lying behind me and saw her face. It was wrinkly like a raisin. Her eyes turned fully gray and  dull. Her skin began to turn jet black. My eyes widened and my heart panicked. She looked like all her air was sucked out of her.  The 19 year old director now looked like a 300 year old shribbled up preserved mummy. She was dead. Vinny stood up and raged.

  "How could you-"

  My hands moved by themselves as I grabbed her head and twisted it. Tears dropped from my eyes. What am I doing? What's happening? Suddenly I got a massive headache and dropped to my knees. I closed my eyes and prepared to rip the hair off my head. The pain hurt so bad I felt like i was dying, or begin stabbed in the brain. I screamed as loud as I could, i wanted the pain to stop but every time I tried fighting it it just became worse and worse. I couldn't open my eyes. Then It suddenly stopped. 

I opened my eyes to find myself standing in front of the microphone looking at the Woman in the back in the velvet Black dress. I saw her face.

She had no face. 

     

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Death Stalker]

The last sentence send chills down my spine, otherwise it's a good story... Few spelling and grammar mistakes here and there, but still a good story.

[kasi]

The writer should be care full about some tenses and watch out to some spellings.
But it is good work.