Emery


    *Age 16*


    Empty.


    There’s nothing left for me. There’s nothing left in me.


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Nothing.


    Each day that passes is not even a blur. There is no color. No light.


    All I see is shadows. All I hear is whispers.


    No day goes by when I don’t remember.


    Those piercing eyes. Their hands. The hot, poisonous breaths.


    Those witches. I can''t even bear to say their names.


    They stole my childhood. They stole my happiness.


    I will never have any purpose in my life except to rot in the memories of what happened to me.


    Until…


    The clouds smothering my sun suddenly parted.


    Stuart Tigglework stood at the door.