All Chapters of Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. While I was growing up, Dad and I lived in Houston Texas for about six years of my life, before we moved to the thriving city of New York were Dad kicked off his business and expanded his company. In Texas, Dad and I were surrounded by religious neighbors who either dragged Dad to church with them, or gaslighted him into attending their religious services and gatherings. Surrounded by these people, I learnt a lot about religion and the existence of a supreme being. I also learnt that apart from this supreme being, there was another who had craved and coveted the same powers that were characterized to that supreme entity, and him alone. This covetous being was later dethroned and deposed from his position as the second in command and eventually was sent away from the mighty and beautiful garden above to the very depths of the earth where ember and fires were the norm. The deposed being was called and referred to as the Devil, and he made it his life's mission to

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "I'm so sorry, but it has to be done." Alisia said. "What are you doing, Allie?" I asked, my eyes squinting in question. "I'm sorry." she only repeated in answer. I was baffled by Alisia's consistent apologies- so surprised that I could not even properly comprehend what was going on. The surprise took me by storm and the only thing that I could do was to stay, rooted yo the spot that I was standing on by the surprise, and watch as my sister in-law slowly backed away from her place beside me, bolted out of the room, and closed the door; the sound of the heavy door slamming close reverberated in the room before being closely followed by the sound of the noisiness caused by the door's lock being turned. It was too late to do anything by the time I realized that I had just walked myself into a trap. To say that I was confused, by all that had happened and all that was going in that moment, would be an understatement. I was way past confused and the co

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. As I watched Adrian practically fly out of the room, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. I wondered what the hell was going on and who Alisia, at first dashed into the room the way that she had and why her older brother followed suit in her action by dashing out of the room in the exact same way. "What in the world is happening, Alisia?" I asked, the confusion that gnawed at my person caused my eyebrows to crease. Alisia did not answer with words but instead gestured to me by stretching out the hand that held her phone. I collected the mobile device from her hand and looked to see that the phone's screen was on and it had been opened to a page which on further inspection was revealed to be a news article whose headline caught my attention. There, written on the page of the news article, was the Valentino name. It was nothing out of the ordinary for the family's name to be mentioned on blogs, news articles, or news papers, seeing as our family w

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. What word could I use to define the crushing grief, the suppressing anguish, and the painful distress that I was feeling? How could I describe the aching tuttering of my heart and the torturous squeezing of my chest? How was I to determine the best way that I could use in outlining such an intense experience that tore through my body, my bones, and even the very core of my being? Heartbroken! That was the one word that could be used to properly and efficiently quantify the mind numbing emotion that I was feeling at that moment. I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there a

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The process of donating my blood was a less easy and more stressful procedure than I thought it was going to be. After volunteering myself to be the blood donor, I had no idea what go expect because I had never done so before, so when I was asked, by the doctor, to follow one of the nurses whom he called away from the ensuing pandemonium in the lobby, I followed without asking any questions. The nurse led me to a laboratory where I was then handed over to a medical laboratory scientist who explained to me that my blood would have to be tested first before the donation to see if Alfredo and I had the same blood group or if our blood groups were compatible. I then watched as she tied a tube like item tightly around my upper arm and cleansed an area of my arm with a cotton wool which was soaked in methylated spirit. When the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, my eyes were closed very tightly and I held my breath in trepidation. As soon as the ne