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Monday, March 6, 2017

You've Got Snippets!

Well, since you asked my dear friends, my other posts have been put off for a post full of snippets from my current WIP Shadows. This novel may seem dark at times, but I promise there's a bright light at the end of the tunnel (and I did stick a lighthearted one in there). I'm just going to throw you in here without any explanation other than the synopsis you had in my previous post, because this novel is supposed to be confusing both for the reader and the protagonist, Lila. The snippets are in chronological order, though sometimes the space between them in the plot is not very big and sometimes it is. But anyway, enjoy and let me know your thoughts about the snippets themselves but then also Lila and the other characters!



My father whips me around to face him and slaps my face hard. I taste blood on my lip and I think of the blood that is covering Jacob’s face. Fire courses through my veins, and it gives me courage.
“You’re a murderer!” I shout at my father. “You killed Jacob!”
“You don’t understand anything,” he spits out.
My stomach caves in from his punch, and I double over in pain. A tremendous blow to my head causes my vision to go blur and then everything goes black. 




“Lila,” someone whispers into the stillness. “Lila.”
For a moment, I shudder and believe that I am hearing the voice again. Then a warm hand settles on my shoulder and I know it is Jacob. He gently pulls me back around a corner, keeping silent. When we stop, I turn around and see his face in the moonlight. He smiles and draws me close. With my face hidden against his chest, I let relief flood my features. He is alive. He whispers my name into my ear and a different kind of shiver runs through me. But his next words erase the brief feeling of happiness I’d experienced just a moment ago. 




When I open my eyes again, there is only a small bit of light coming from somewhere a ways away. I immediately tense and my hands go out in front of me to test the darkness surrounding me.
            “You are failing and he is too,” the voice whispers.
            I shut my eyes tightly and battle the instinct to curl up on the ground with my hands over my head to shut out whatever new horror the voice has come to show me.
            “Go see what you are causing him to endure,” the voice prods.
            I slowly walk towards the light and I realize what I am about to see. It is the same room as before, where Jacob sits in a chair. His hands are in steel cuffs and so are his feet. A hooded man stands before a steel tray with various torture devices. Once again, I cannot reach him though a barrier that I assume is reinforced glass. 




Boo!” Alya shouts in my ear.
I let out a surprised scream and my heart jumps. “Don’t do that,” I protest. “Unless you want to give me a heart attack.”
Alya grabs her heart and acts like she’s being electrocuted. “Oh, oh, oh!” She falls on the floor.
I clap my hands. “You get the award for worst heart attack ever.”
Alya acts offended. “How rude.” 




“Ah, here we are. Osweil, Sarah,” the woman says, reaching up to take down a file. “Let’s go back to the desk and look at it.”
            She gets me a chair from somewhere –I have no idea where –and then flips open the file. Her brow furrows and she rifles through the sheets. Then she meets my eyes, looking concerned.
            “I don’t know what to tell you, dear. Her file is empty.”
            My heart stops. “What?”
            She holds it up for me to see. “Her file is full of blank papers.”





I twirl the necklace around my finger as a dozen different opening sentences run through my head.
            “I should have never given you that,” my father says.
            I look down and realize what I was doing. I seize the opportunity.
            “I can’t tell if you’re right or not because you never speak about my mother.”
            My father’s jaw tightens. “You don’t want to know about her.”
            “Her name was Sarah,” I say very, very quietly.
            “No!” my father yells and lunges towards me. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “No! Don’t say her name. You can’t say her name!” 




“Do you have pictures?” I ask eagerly. “What did I look like as a baby?”
            My aunt stares at me. “Lila, are you telling me that you haven’t seen any pictures of yourself from when your mother was alive?”
            I shake my head. “No, I don’t know what she looks like,” I say as my voice catches.
 





We all file back into the common room, where Kent dismisses us. I head out towards the door as fast as I can, but Kent still catches me.
            “Did I cut your wrist?” he asks.
            “No,” I say, turning away from him and moving to leave the room.
            “Miss Osweil,” he says quietly.
            I stop and suppress a sigh as I turn around.
            His eyebrows come together slightly. “I only wanted to see if you were what I thought you were.”

 




~Clarissa

1 comment:

  1. VICTORY, I can finally comment! Legitly been fighting with this all day lol. I love these snippets, they're gorgeous and so is your writing, Clarissa! I wanna see more. ;)

    Jacob intrigues me, though I don't know much about him. I have a feeling there's more to him than meets the eye....but that could just be based on what you told me before. Lila seems like a cool chic; I'd chill with her. Although her dad is like a legit psycho.

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