All Chapters of Blood and Ashes: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I would have thought of a better way to show Emmett but there wasn't. If he was a mere human like I was or appeared as a handsome friend that I had and my parents also knew. I would have wowed him with my newness, let's say he came to visit or something that occurred in reality. He must have already known that by now, so let's just leave it as is; I wasn't sure if he would share the same happiness that I had for myself. So when Miss B was done bathing me, for the last time that she said it would be, I left to my room. I would say I got more used to her bathing than I thought I wouldn't; at first, it felt awkward till I was the one screaming her name impatiently from my bedroom. Anyways, yeah. That was that. I pulled the door to the bathroom close while I walked into my bedroom. Miss B had left there before I got out of the bathtub, she'd told me I should get dressed before she got back from dropping Morris at school My bedroom was empty. I took in the view of my bedroom, and t

The medicine flowed quickly into my blood with one push, my nurse got the needle out of my muscles in a slow pull, replacing the injected area with a small piece of cotton wool and a small bandage to seal it up. “You’ll wait for a little while, okay?” “Yes, nurse,” I replied.“I'll be back shortly.” And with that, She left through the panel door of the therapy ward. The room was quiet for a second, not that there was ever a noisy day. I sat amongst other people receiving therapies as well, most of them were older people. I was the youngest ever to be diagnosed with leukemia, just as Dr. Myron had said, whether he thought that speech could help my immune system fight this cancer at its late stage, I do not know.I looked around to see my fellow patients. Not all were older, per se, but because their cancer had advanced, so, now, ten to twenty years had been added to their physical appearance.Miss B sat beside me in total silence, staring straight into the unknown. I squeezed our tan

I left Harvey with the promise that I'd resume my duties in three days.There's a shit load of work waiting for me to attend to; Harvey and I have got so much on our plates. But at this moment, nothing's tedious going on in my life to hinder me from setting my eyes on my daughter. It's been up to a month since I last saw her and no day has stopped by without me thinking about her. I managed to call her two…thrice each week…even though she sees me as a pain in the neck. It's just the father's kinks to care for her; it's not my fault.I gathered up the little money I made from my weekly wages; her hospital bills were choking and overdue. Old jazz music played from the stereo while I rode my way to the other side of town. I spent most of my drive stewing in silence, just drumming my hand on my wheel. The scent of pastries cut through the air of an adjacent path; I went to trace it. Rose would need some; she was likely to snap at me if I did not add cheesecake to the junk. It seems to b

The days I slept alone in my room melted into weeks as swiftly as ice in warm water, and before I knew it, the weeks I longed to see Emmett became went from a month to two. Should I give up on waiting for his return or just move on with my life? I thought of going for the second choice, but then this unsatisfying yearning for him tends to grow with each passing time I did not set my eyes on him. Here was of no use to him, he couldn't be that wolf god he claimed to be here. I can't believe I'm trapped in the thought of having him leave and having him stay. A part of me that wanted him gone and the part of me that wanted his proximity fought for dominance. I do not know which to choose. The relationship I've had with him for the few times he had been around wasn't something to classify as a relationship. It was not a romantic kind, it was in the between a sour-sweet cordial friendship and an indecipherable sexual relationship. “I'm off to work, Rose.” Miss B came from behi

I had woken up from my sleep after I got back from the hospital, which had become a daily ritual. It was mid-afternoon; the sun was high above the horizon. I got out of bed and paused for a second, trying to keep my blurry vision balanced before making my way to the kitchen. My throat felt dry and raspy, so I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took it in large gulps. My throat hurts a little but the wetness was divine. I guzzled every drop from the bottle before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Done with that, I tossed the empty bottle into a trash bin at the entrance corner of the kitchen, dipping my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants to retrieve my phone I made my way out for the kitchen. I don't spend much time on my phone, but these days I find myself trying to distract myself by scrolling through TikTok. Today, I wasn't gonna scroll through videos of TikTok; I was going to read about ancient hieroglyphics. Not because it mattered or because I was trying