Broken (Immortal Heritage #0.5): Immortal Heritage, #0.5

By Selene Kallan

A terrible loss. A past they wish to forget. 
Two broken souls. Two destinies that will become one.

Nick lives a normal life, at least as normal as a supernatural can have. Until tragedy strikes one more time. The future he had planned for himself shattering before his eyes. 
Dahlia struggles to differentiate nightmares from reality. Not that being awake makes her life any better. The loss of her mother has left her alone to face her new powers and uncontrollable hunger. 
How do their destinies become one? For they will meet under the Starlight.

The prequel of Starlight (Immortal Heritage 1)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selene Kallan
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386549468

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DAHLIA

Chapter 1

How do they expect this to help crazy people? I wondered while I struggled with the straitjacket. Squirming on the cold floor after falling off the bed. They had no right to this to me, I was not insane, but they didn’t want to listen. That stupid psychiatrist and his insistence on keeping me under heavy medication; my legs shook when I stood.

What day was it? How long had it been since I had been thrown in that hell hole?

I struggled against the heaviness of the drugs and counted the days, Wednesday, it had to be Wednesday... The day of the funeral. A rush of adrenaline ran through my veins, I was standing in less than a second. A shock of pain running up my leg as I kicked the door.

I need to speak with doctor Rogers, my frantic voice was low and hoarse, my throat dry. Please, call doctor Rogers, I can’t miss the funeral.

No response. How could they be so damn insensitive? I could feel one of the nurses out there, listening, ignoring me, ignoring us all.

I know you are out there! Call the damn doctor!

Anger boiled even stronger. They had no right to do this to me, no right. I needed to see my mom again, I needed to say goodbye.

A small yell escaped my lips as I tore the straitjacket in half, my hands shaking with desperation as I tore it to pieces taking it off me completely. My fists crashed against the metal door as I bashed it as hard as I could manage.

Let me out of here!

I kicked and hit the door with my fists, the blinding anger blocked the sensation of pain. Small dents began to appear on the metal door, turning into fist-sized depressions the angrier I got. I was certain my knuckles were fissured.

I need to see her, let me out now!

The door swung open hitting me and sending me to the floor. Two nurses and doctor Rogers entered, that lean and small coward hiding behind the bulky brutes. I got up on a single movement.

Calm down, the bastard ordered.

I’m going to my mother’s funeral, I said in a low and throaty voice I barely recognized as my own. My chest rising and falling quickly, my hands turned into bloody fists.

You can’t, Dahlia, we have discussed this before. You need to be here for your safety a little longer. Now let’s get you some medicine, you’ll feel better, I promise.

A loud laugh made my body tremble as tears fell down my chin. A small part of me screamed that I wasn’t making a good case for myself at that moment, but I was beyond reasoning. They were denying me the chance of saying goodbye.

You promise. You pathetic excuse of a man, your word is meaningless! You always lie!

Rogers made a gesture to the nurses, they approached me slowly while Rogers filled a syringe with the clear liquid. No.

Each nurse tried to take hold of one of my arms. They were twice my size and weight, probably trained in how to hold someone dangerous down. The one that held my right arm landed on the bed with the strength of my elbow crashing against his stomach, the other smashed against the door frame. Rogers froze wide-eyed as I took a step towards him, the temptation of squeezing his neck until he couldn’t breathe hit me hard. But I had a better target. I got out of the room and looked down the white halls.

Where was the exit? That bloody place was like a maze. A group of nurses with angry scowls coming from the right made my decision. I ran in the opposite direction.

Hey, stop!

Come back here!

After a couple turns I saw what I was hoping for at the end of the hall. A door with a red sign on top, the exit.

I ran in that direction, my heart pumping fast, I would see mom one last time. I would say goodbye to her.

Someone crashed into me and I fell hard on the floor. There was another hallway before the exit, I hadn’t noticed. No.

Let me go! I shouted to the female nurse.

She held my face down on the floor, her nails scratching my arms. With a grunt, I pushed myself up throwing her off me. I got up but couldn’t take one step, someone yanked me by the hair making me step back, the others had caught up.

No. 6 feet away from freedom, just 6 feet.

One of them locked an arm around my neck, the other two took hold of my arms. Rogers appeared in front of me, sweating, breathing hard, with the syringe in his hand, a mix of fear and anger on his pasty rat face. He got closer, close enough for me to kick him away. I managed to free my right arm, but the victory was short-lived. Someone hit the back of my legs and I found myself on the floor again. Facedown with one of my arms twisted in a painful position, the rush of adrenaline was dying out, my strength leaking away.

No, no, no! Mom! Mommy! Please!

A knee was pushed on my back, both of my arms now immobilized, hands roughly holding my legs too. There had to be at least 5 of them.

No, not again, no.

I couldn’t move, completely exhausted and sore. Through the vale of tears, I saw Rogers’ feet approach me, I made a last futile attempt to free myself. Sobs and cries erupting loud enough to make my ears hurt. I’d never see mom again, never say goodbye. The searing stab of the needle on my neck made my shouts louder, the burning liquid spreading under my skin, taking away my consciousness, my sanity...

I WOKE UP PANTING, my heart racing, my hands gripping the sheets. A nightmare, it was just a nightmare. I wasn’t there anymore, I would never go back to that hole, I would rather die.

The horrible pale yellow walls seemed beautiful at that moment, the prospect of having to spend 3 more years in foster care not as bad. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and pulled my now short and black hair away from my face. Gritting my teeth I fought to stop the cries. I needed to be strong, I needed to keep my composure, I had to hold on to what was left of me.

A soft cry coming from outside the room pulled me out of my misery. I looked towards the empty bed next to mine.

Not again.

The new girl, it had to be her the one that was crying, releasing my power I confirmed my suspicions. I could feel her somewhat weak life-force, she wasn’t alone, a nauseating sensation of malice and hatred accompanied the other two.

Don’t