Todos os capítulos de Blood and Ashes: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Something is wrong with the basement today; some items, such as Dad's auto spare parts and some of his very useful items, were littered on the floor.I stood at the wooden paneled door of the basement and looked around.The junk on the floor, none was broken.None that I could see.It was like an earthquake occurred in this room; the only difference was that the ground didn't part ways.There was something very off.This is like Dad's scared spot; he always keeps her in order.Forget the musty smell; here was the most arranged as He usually spends time here for meditation or to get away from Morris chattering.He never spoke of the basement being untidy today. Mind you, he always scolds Morris each time he steps into this place.Morris hasn't been here today, Dad had always held the keys.Why would it be now that here was tumbled upside down that he say nothing?I could have heard the noise of them falling to the ground or something that wrecked here; the basement was close to my bedr

I sat beside her in her bedroom staring closely at her innocent sleeping form. I recalled all that Dr Myron had told me earlier on.“The abnormal cells that had been built up in Rose's blood had finally infected her bone marrow. They've crowded out the healthy blood cells so much that it's hard for her blood and bone marrow to do their work effectively. Unfortunately, the stem cell transplant and blood transfusion have proved ineffective, but that's what she has to keep living on, or else she will be gone in no time. There's nothing we can do beyond that, and the chemoradiotherapy as well. We've scanned her bones and we discovered she fell from a height, I guess. She will be unable to walk for long on her feet; I suggest she uses a wheelchair for movement aid; she's too weak to move about on her feet.”I sat up, blowing out a loud breath and wringing my hands spontaneously.I scoot over to the head side of her bed and took her hands in mine, peering at the back of her palm before laci

“I shouldn't have let you go in there, Rose; I'll go get a new blender first in the morning.” My dad came to sit by me on the bed.“Dad, guys.” I glanced from my Dad to Morris and then to Miss B.“I'm good, you don't need to worry much about me.” I need to dismiss them at this minute.I wanted fresh air and they were crowding the little one I thrived on, and I don't mean that in an offensive way.I have been having a hard time lately.I want to be alone.I need to think.I fell in the basement, why?I need to pick up the pieces of my shattered thoughts and line them up.Think Rose.“Of course, we need to be worried; it is our duty to show concern, darling.” He rubbed his thumb over my temple.The moment his thumb grazed my temple, it brought a lingering memory.The empty road.In my dream or wherever I was at.Wait a minute.“I know that but I just want to be on my own and regain full consciousness. I'm feeling really weak, it's almost like I can't feel my legs.”I saw Dad take a qui

I wonder what year it is. How the time had passed as I've spent a long time hibernating in this urn. I feel my powers surging through me, I'd long awaited for this day.This fateful day.I would be out of this cell, a cell that I was bound into The moon goddess had set me free. I want to go back to my people and reunite with them.I took no chances, the moment I felt her presence, my rescuer.Rose.I was acquainted with her name because that older guy kept calling on her sleeping form when she dropped to the floor.My powers had been building up from the tiny grains of burnt flesh my ashes were made for.I feel much more strengthened.Stronger.I held a gaze with the eyes of my rescuer and they were filled with fear.It's something that wasn't out of the ordinary.I'm used to these expressions.No, I thrived on it.That was how my people looked at me; I loved it that way.This place, this time. Everything spoke of a different era, from how Rose dressed to the setting of the place I

I have a propensity to follow my laid-down duties. In every way possible without my carefully laid out daily routine, I'd crumble into a million pieces if they hadn't been carried out I couldn't bathe Ozzy because of obvious reasons. I have been drained out of enough these few days. But I have always been punctual with my self-assigned tasks. So every day, I wake up at 7 am, not giving a fuck about my illness. 5 am was my usual before the dawn of leukemia. I put on my clothes, my head warmer was never missing from my dressing code. I don't want to be reminded of my hair loss; my baldness was a great sign that my life was spreading little by little into tiny pieces. Once I get dressed. Dad makes me a smoothie. I jog on the spot for 20 minutes; that's the longest my legs could carry. Done in 20 minutes. Shower. Breakfast. Weltering reading books about science and surfing the internet. Then I went around the house, checking out Dad's auto parts and faulty items that