Darkness Falls

By Kayla Jones

Even though there's about 8 billion people in the world, do you ever feel like you don't belong? Like, you just want to get away from it all? Not permanently, just for a little while? Meet Denise and discover how she found her way home...away from home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Jones
• Release date: Apr 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393112174

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Darkness Falls

Darkness Falls

By: Kayla Jones

Chapter 1

Shadows looming above me as I walked through the glistening sheets of rain.  Squinting at the useless map to help me get away from this prison.  Slipping in and out of consciousness, oodles of blood streaming down my face.  My world is getting darker and darker.  I keep seeing G.I. Joe’s lunging at me.  Where am I?  Who am I?  The last thing I remember is running from this tall White man and his accomplice, a short, stocky Latino guy.  I knew this would happen.  For two weeks, I had dreamed that I would be lost in the woods.  My foster parents told me it was just a dream but I knew better.  Then my dreams made me do crazy things.  Some nights my mom would find me in the basement, scraping my wrist with a knife.  Other nights, she would find me about to jump out my bedroom window.  My foster parents had had enough, so they sent me to a psychiatrist.  When the psychiatrist confirmed that there was nothing he could do, my foster parents sent me to a crazy house.

I had to be chained to the bed because the doctors said I was a danger to myself.  On the second day, I befriended a woman.  I would tell you what her name was but she didn’t have one.  I told her about my mysterious dreams that I had and the effects of it.  She told me that I was ‘The Chosen One’, the Gods needed me.  I had no clue what she was talking about so I started to leave, then she grabbed my wrist and she told me that she had dreams of me walking through the woods, lost.  She said you must not disobey the Gods, so later that night, we escaped. 

When it seemed that I would fall apart from all the walking, Woman grabbed my wrist.

What is it?  I asked.

She rose her finger to her lips.  Then she dragged me behind a bush and peeped through the leaves.  We saw two men.

They’re witch hunters.  She whispered.

What are witch hunters?  I asked.

They kill people with powers that the Gods have given us.  She said.

I felt that I had recognized the Caucasian man.  His wavy, slick, brown hair, the way he moved was too familiar.  Then I put it all together, that man is my father. 

It couldn’t be, I thought to myself.  I’m just tired and hungry, I had not eaten for three days.  As the White man got closer, I was certain that was my father.

Woman, I whispered, the tall White one, he...he is my father.