Snakebite heart
Jeden
Anastasia's POV
Sighișoara was a darling place. I loved every inch of it. My matka held my tiny hand in hers. My otec was to my right, snapping pictures of the various ancient buildings. Being so caught up in their photography my rodiče didn't notice their twelve year old dcera make her way into the large castle that stood before her. I didn't know exactly what drew me to this particular castle, the eeriness was palpably thick in the air, smothering my tiny lungs. I had always been a frail child but I was quite headstrong. The air stung my lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe in this spacious castle. My body collapsed to the floor before I could make it to the edge of the stairs. I heard the soft pitter patter of quiet foot steps coming down the stairs. I had just enough energy to look up and into the darkest set of eyes I've yet to see. They bore into my soul, causing every inch of my skin to crawl. His smile crept into the put of my stomach and churned the bile until it came out of my throat. I heaved the contents onto his dark black shoes. His face lowered to mine, inches away from my lips. The urge, the need to run away was strong in my veins but I couldn't get my body to move. I was frozen, with a monster, a demon standing two inches from me.
His booming voice spoke as quietly as he could muster, "Dragul meu, Anastasia." When he cooed my name, actually more like a sinister whisper my whole body went numb and the darkness consumed me, drowning me. I felt nothing but could clearly hear a phrase so foreign to me I didn't know what it meant until years later.
"Să trăiască această iubire," the venomous voice spoke before I finally felt something. At first it was just a tingling feeling, as if your full body had gone numb. Gradually I felt the fire in my veins. I cried out in pain. The pain was unbearable. Every part of my body was catching fire. My lungs filled with it, my arms blazed, my hair felt like it began to singe to my scalp. I could feel my heart beginning to burn, but before it could, I felt all too familiar hands scoop up my limp body and rush out of the building.
I woke up from my nightmare drenched in sweat, heart beating out of my chest. I had the same nightmare every night since I was twelve. They wouldn't stop. When I told my parents about it, they sent me to therapy right away. My father became estranged until he disappeared altogether. Leaving me under what little mercy my mother had for me. We moved to the states when I was thirteen because I could not take being in Prague anymore. That's when my father decided to stay back and leave us. Devastation haunted my every move. The only release I could find was in a tiny silver metal object which I stuffed in my pockets every day since I started high school. Every day I was bullied. Every day I cut my wrists to get away from it all. Even now that I was out of high school I still kept in on me, just in case. I couldn't help who I was. A cursed human being, poisonous to anyone who stood too close.
I jumped out of bed and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I didn't need to, another "gift" from my curse but I did it anyway to feel some normalcy. Once that was done I brushed my long dark black and blue hair, letting my waves cascade down my back. I studied myself in the mirror. Before I was twelve I had naturally tanned skin, bright blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and natural nude lips. Now seven years later I had porcelain skin, dark blue eyes and raven black hair. To keep up normalcy I dyed part of it blue and disposed of any baby pictures of myself. I couldn't risk anyone seeing what I used to look like.
I went back into my room and threw on the outfit I had set out the night before. I was way too excited to finally see the band that changed my life completely. All Time Low. I don't know what it was about them but their music spoke to me in ways I didn't think possible. I smiled a lot when I listened to them which was odd for me because I never really smiled. I know they're a sort of new-ish band but they're already so good and I love them so much. Alex, Jack, Zack and Rian are all my heroes and tonight I was determined to say my final goodbye to my heroes.
I went downstairs to get breakfast before heading out to the concert in order to get there a bit early, hopefully grab a chance to meet the band before they went on stage. I saw my mother bent over the stove making eggs with waffles and bacon. We tried really hard to be more Americanized over the years.
She turned to face me and rolled her eyes once she saw my outfit, "Honestly Anastasia I do not know why you insist on dressing in such an insane manner. Or why you are even bothering with this concert."
I rolled my eyes back. Of course she wouldn't get it. She never understood me, not even before my curse. "Because mom they're my heroes! I want to meet them and tell them how much they mean to me."
"I don't see the point, it's not like they'd remember you. You're just another fan they'll forget about in the morning, you're nothing special Anastasia. You are nothing," she spat coldly. A couple of tears ran down my face as she laughed, dropping a plate of food in front of me. I pushed it away and ran out the door, grabbing my keys and wallet in the process. If I had to eat at McDonald's then so be it. It was better than staying home and having to deal with the monster I called my mother.
Once inside the McDonald's I ordered my food and ate silently in my car. Moments later I was putting my car in drive and making my way to the show of my dreams.
And possibly the last show I'd ever go to.
Sighișoara was a darling place. I loved every inch of it. My matka held my tiny hand in hers. My otec was to my right, snapping pictures of the various ancient buildings. Being so caught up in their photography my rodiče didn't notice their twelve year old dcera make her way into the large castle that stood before her. I didn't know exactly what drew me to this particular castle, the eeriness was palpably thick in the air, smothering my tiny lungs. I had always been a frail child but I was quite headstrong. The air stung my lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe in this spacious castle. My body collapsed to the floor before I could make it to the edge of the stairs. I heard the soft pitter patter of quiet foot steps coming down the stairs. I had just enough energy to look up and into the darkest set of eyes I've yet to see. They bore into my soul, causing every inch of my skin to crawl. His smile crept into the put of my stomach and churned the bile until it came out of my throat. I heaved the contents onto his dark black shoes. His face lowered to mine, inches away from my lips. The urge, the need to run away was strong in my veins but I couldn't get my body to move. I was frozen, with a monster, a demon standing two inches from me.
His booming voice spoke as quietly as he could muster, "Dragul meu, Anastasia." When he cooed my name, actually more like a sinister whisper my whole body went numb and the darkness consumed me, drowning me. I felt nothing but could clearly hear a phrase so foreign to me I didn't know what it meant until years later.
"Să trăiască această iubire," the venomous voice spoke before I finally felt something. At first it was just a tingling feeling, as if your full body had gone numb. Gradually I felt the fire in my veins. I cried out in pain. The pain was unbearable. Every part of my body was catching fire. My lungs filled with it, my arms blazed, my hair felt like it began to singe to my scalp. I could feel my heart beginning to burn, but before it could, I felt all too familiar hands scoop up my limp body and rush out of the building.
I woke up from my nightmare drenched in sweat, heart beating out of my chest. I had the same nightmare every night since I was twelve. They wouldn't stop. When I told my parents about it, they sent me to therapy right away. My father became estranged until he disappeared altogether. Leaving me under what little mercy my mother had for me. We moved to the states when I was thirteen because I could not take being in Prague anymore. That's when my father decided to stay back and leave us. Devastation haunted my every move. The only release I could find was in a tiny silver metal object which I stuffed in my pockets every day since I started high school. Every day I was bullied. Every day I cut my wrists to get away from it all. Even now that I was out of high school I still kept in on me, just in case. I couldn't help who I was. A cursed human being, poisonous to anyone who stood too close.
I jumped out of bed and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I didn't need to, another "gift" from my curse but I did it anyway to feel some normalcy. Once that was done I brushed my long dark black and blue hair, letting my waves cascade down my back. I studied myself in the mirror. Before I was twelve I had naturally tanned skin, bright blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and natural nude lips. Now seven years later I had porcelain skin, dark blue eyes and raven black hair. To keep up normalcy I dyed part of it blue and disposed of any baby pictures of myself. I couldn't risk anyone seeing what I used to look like.
I went back into my room and threw on the outfit I had set out the night before. I was way too excited to finally see the band that changed my life completely. All Time Low. I don't know what it was about them but their music spoke to me in ways I didn't think possible. I smiled a lot when I listened to them which was odd for me because I never really smiled. I know they're a sort of new-ish band but they're already so good and I love them so much. Alex, Jack, Zack and Rian are all my heroes and tonight I was determined to say my final goodbye to my heroes.
I went downstairs to get breakfast before heading out to the concert in order to get there a bit early, hopefully grab a chance to meet the band before they went on stage. I saw my mother bent over the stove making eggs with waffles and bacon. We tried really hard to be more Americanized over the years.
She turned to face me and rolled her eyes once she saw my outfit, "Honestly Anastasia I do not know why you insist on dressing in such an insane manner. Or why you are even bothering with this concert."
I rolled my eyes back. Of course she wouldn't get it. She never understood me, not even before my curse. "Because mom they're my heroes! I want to meet them and tell them how much they mean to me."
"I don't see the point, it's not like they'd remember you. You're just another fan they'll forget about in the morning, you're nothing special Anastasia. You are nothing," she spat coldly. A couple of tears ran down my face as she laughed, dropping a plate of food in front of me. I pushed it away and ran out the door, grabbing my keys and wallet in the process. If I had to eat at McDonald's then so be it. It was better than staying home and having to deal with the monster I called my mother.
Once inside the McDonald's I ordered my food and ate silently in my car. Moments later I was putting my car in drive and making my way to the show of my dreams.
And possibly the last show I'd ever go to.
Notes
I'm sorry this came up right now. I was planning on finishing at least one of my stories before posting this but I can't sleep and the idea keeps creeping in my mind and welp...here we are!Idk when I'll be updating this again but stay tuned!
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Translations:
Matka: mother in Czech
Otec: father in Czech.
rodiče: parents in Czech
Dcera: daughter in Czech
Jeden: one in Czech
Dragul meu: my love in Romanian
Să trăiască această iubire: you'll find out later ;)
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9/14/13