Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Mila

Earlier…

I’m not at the lake anymore. The cut on my hand is gone. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I see that I’m in a black, circular room.

Hello? Voice?

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No response.

Where am I?

Something shuffles behind me.

My eyes dart around the room and settle on a person with his back facing me at first. But I’d recognize that styled blonde hair anywhere. The person standing before me is one of the few people I will hate for the rest of my life, every, single, second.

He’s the one who started it all.

He’s the one who destroyed the only light that was in my life, the most caring person I have ever met.

The vision comes back. My brother being taken, the murder of my mother, and what fuels the rest is the anger that seeps through once more.

“You…” I grit my teeth.

When he hears my voice, he slowly turns around. I can’t believe that I’ve fallen for such a disgusting being. Someone who’s not worthy of being on this Earth, someone not worthy of my generosity. And certainly not any pity. He deserves to be in hell—and suffer as I did.

He smirks. That flirtatious smirk that used to make my heart skip a beat is now dead to my eyes.

“What about me?”

His voice, that once playful tone he used that made butterflies in my stomach now is lifeless to my ears.

“You ruined everything. You took everything from me! You took everything!” I cry out and inhale sharply. “My life, my damn hopes, you crushed it all.”

An overwhelming emotion powers my brain. I’m suddenly off the bed and on top of Nolan. He yelps in surprise, and I scratch and punch him wherever I can make contact with skin.

I manage to get a few scratches in before he flips me around—him on top of me, his face bleeding from my nails.

But instead of contorting in pain, he yawns, “Is that all you got?”

Furious, I push my hips up as fast as I can and bring them down as fast as I can.

Time seems to have slowed down at that moment, his weight air-born for milliseconds as I scramble out from under him. I kick him as hard as I could square in the stomach, knocking him backward at least twenty yards.

I don’t notice my inhuman strength, but I stand up, wiping the blood from my mouth. I’m holding something, I look down to see a dagger that glistens in the darkness. I turn it around in my hand and feel its weight settle in before I leap up like a cat and land right before Nolan, who is still on the ground.

“You still have some fight in you, little girl.”

“You don’t understand, do you? I guess you never will.” I bring my dagger up to his throat, ready to cut through his trachea.

“Wait!” The voice suddenly shrieks in my ear. I clutch my head and scream as his voice squeezes my brain. I can hear my heartbeat in my head, along with the insane headache.

You don’t understand. He took everything away from me. My whole life was a lie—it’s still a lie, and that can only be until he’s gone to hell.

“No. Not your whole life.”

I can see the black room shift around me, and I feel the pain in his words. He’s pleading, all his fear hovering in midair, I hesitate and he takes this moment to push through.

Then I see myself, little, three at the max. She’s giggling. A boy comes running behind her. He tackles her to the ground and tickles her until she’s gasping for air. I feel my heart soften at the sight, but then I remember reality.

No.

I could’ve continued with that life. I could’ve lived happily with my family—lived an absolutely boring and ordinary life. But they took it all away. They gave me no choice.

He took it all away.

I feel something building up inside me. I feel my vision redden, in both my eyes, more in my left. I can feel all the confusion, fear, and hate coming in like a tsunami, without warning. I wrench myself free of the voice’s hold and break free to the black room.

I see Nolan standing there with a smile on his face.

Is he laughing at my pain?

So many emotions blended into one—hatred, anger, pain. They all shoot daggers at my brain, confusing me of which is the right path.

I don’t realize when the room shifts around me. It shifts into a golden room, full of chandeliers and people. They gasp in terror when they see me, which fuels the anger.

They are not real, so who are they to judge?

I rush towards him, getting in front of him and his eyes widen. I bring a finger to his lips.

“Shhhh,” the word leaves my lips.

“Shh? That’s all you gotta say?” He laughs.

“Quiet down.”

I don’t see a living being in front of me anymore. Those hazel eyes that once lit up like an angel are finally showing their true colors. I see a demon, who’s done everything wrong he possibly could, and yet he stands there as if he’s done nothing. I don’t see a human being, I see a monster, and I need to send it back to hell. I pull my hand up to the side, and the dagger flies into my open palm.

I raise the dagger, and the craving of fear finally lights up his eyes.

He stammers, “W-wait. Mila, let’s talk about this.”

“Talk?” I laugh, stalking him. “Yes…yes…talk while you can. Talk when your life is on the line.”

I breathe out loudly, my eyes widening as I cock my head to the side, “Come on, talk.”

His silence only fuels my fury.

“You are dead to me. You can’t say anything to earn forgiveness. You’ve taken my life; you’ve shattered my life, tore it, tore me, from everything that I loved,” I scream, losing my cool.

I would’ve been happy with my life, living out the seventeen long years without interruption. But he wrecked my family, ruined everything that was known to me. He stole me away from my birth mother, took my adoptive mother’s life, took all my siblings, and tortured them for information to save themselves.

Lâches (cowards).

Bâtards (bastards).

They made me forget about my brother. Made me forget—made me think I was insane. If one thing was clear to me right now, is that I will make sure he gets what he deserves.

“Mila. Listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. Who are you looking at right now?”

What?

I look at him again, his figure flickers against himself.

The hazel eyes disappear into pale green ones, and his figure shrinks down lower than my vision into Raven’s figure.

“I…” I begin, her green eyes with such terror that cuts through my soul. “I don’t know.” Is all I can say. My hands tremble at the sight of her, at the disgust with myself.

Has she seen this side of me?

I shake my head violently.

No, no she hasn’t. Because she’s not here.

They’re lying. Like the rats that they are.

“See?” Raven’s figure fades away, replaced by Nolan’s. “What would everyone think of you now?”

“Stop messing with my head!” I shove him backward with my inhuman strength.

“Stop! No!” The voice screams.

I imagine myself building a wall around me as he screams outside, desperate to get in. I imagine his voice fading as I close the top of the wall to contain myself in, keeping him out.

“No…je suis désolé (I’m sorry)…I can help,” someone says.

“Help?” I snarl at Nolan, tilting my head, “Like how you helped by lying to me? How you helped by murdering my mother?!” I rush to Nolan’s side but then his image flickers, and I see Raven, in a red dress, crying on the floor in front of me.

The image sparks an old memory. Me, stabbing my knife into Raven, destroying the last gleam of light in my life. But I push it away.

They’re all illusions, meant to trick my mind. I will not lose my control, and I will not be toyed with.

“You won’t trick me this time!” I scream as I plunge the blade deep into her stomach. I see the image flicker back to Nolan, and a satisfied smile appears on my face. I pull the dagger out with disgust.

“How’s this for what you deserve?” I watch his body twitch and wither like a broken flower.

I watch the life leave his eyes—until his eyes roll to the back of his head. I kick his body, and it skids across the smooth floor, leaving a trail of blood behind. The smell of it heightens my senses.

Right now, at this moment, I only wanted one thing.

Looking around at the terrified faces of the people here, I’ve already committed treason, murder to the throne.

Or no throne, I guess.

But they will never understand. They don’t know what he has done to my life, how he has ruined it.

“Don’t fool me,” I tell her, tilting my head to the side. “You’re not real.”

“Please. I have a son at home. Please let me live.”

I scoff, “If only, I can’t leave any witnesses now can I…?” I smile, no tears fall as I clutch tighter onto the dagger.

I find myself looking up at something at the top of the room. It’s a camera—somehow, I knew that there’s people there behind it. I slash the woman’s throat, the blood flies onto my face as I look directly into the camera, using my thumb to cut my throat, tracing my skin with the woman’s blood, “See you in hell.”

The woman gurgles before falling facedown onto the ground. The pool of blood surrounding her face expands as people start running all around me. I pull the doors shut and kill without hesitation, slashing at every living thing.

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I stand there, on top of the dead bodies. I must look like a bloody mess, but I didn’t care. Suddenly, I hear something swish through the air. I catch it completely on instinct before it hits my neck. I glance in the direction it came from, but there’s nothing there.

Or…

Is there?

I throw the dart in the direction, and it falls harmlessly to the floor when it reaches a specific area. More darts fly out of nowhere, and I duck and block them, but one pierces my side. I scream in frustration and pull it out; it’s red, coated with my blood.

Even as my blood boils with each breath, my eyes feel heavy. I try my best to stay awake, to keep control. But I fall onto my side, and my eyelids droop before everything goes black.

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