I pulled my eyes to the whispery gardens. I was going back there. I lit forbidden red flames with my palms, fire caressing my delicate fingers. They wouldn’t find out, I said to myself. Sacrifices can only be made once. I crossed the threshold into the gardens in the back side. They were lost but in plain sight. Paranormal, eerie. They were there. They were not supposed to be. I could swear there were ghosts in there, maybe longer than eternity (if that were even a thing). Starlight only highlighted how deep and dark the lush garden was. It was thick and overgrown, vines (and maybe spirits) pouring out of cracked pots, flowers (and souls) floating wilted high above all else. The garden was horrific; the only way to describe it. I flicked my wrist, watching the familiar glow of the ring on my finger. The fire danced maroon, then purple, then back to forbidden red. It was funny how we now lived in a world where red flames were illegal. Was I in another world? The red flames fit nicely into the foggy, mysterious atmosphere. Something might jump out at me at any moment. I was fine with it, though. I belonged here. I belonged here? I belonged here. Eternity, whispered the garden, throwing shades and hues of deep shadowy greens at me. Horrifying…beautiful. Terrifying…bewitching. Red flames encircled around me. Maybe all these years, I was the spirit I was so scared of. The spirits painted evil, dancing in starlight, among the black rose thorns and sacrifices. Maybe I was as not meant to be here as the garden was; eerie, out of place. Paranormal. Maybe I was that ghost.
why am i proud of this it’s bad XD
