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THE TRAGIC SAPPHICS Prologue

November 28th, 1839 - Magdellena

They warned me. All those years ago, they warned me. 

“It's dangerous at night.” I knew that. Every person with half a brain knows what lurks at night. 

Creatures of the night, disfigured in their curse. They’ll peel your flesh from your bones and lick the blood from your remains, for their fangs were made for tearing. For ripping your soul apart at the seams and making you one of them. Part of them; like a patchwork quilt of death and decay.

Your skin will grow back pale and thin, dark marks of the dead staining every forgotten wound.  There is no warmth, no semblance of humanity left. Where your heart once beat proudly within your chest, there is only silence and a dull ache. There's only rot now, foul and acrid. The only human part of you is the stolen blood that courses through your veins. You remember who you were, but you’ll never be that person again.

And as his teeth found my neck, that is exactly what I had become.

I had met him in the observatory. I loved the stars, and he knew that. Charming me with falsified interest.  It had been a date, with a dinner of only sweet desserts laid out on a fleece blanket, illuminated by candle light. And though the observatory was old and decrepit, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. A dream come true.

It was then that he fell upon me. And no matter how I fought, my fate was inevitable.

I was only a girl then; young, vibrant, filled with awe. His fangs have left me broken and defiled, a mere shell of my former self. 

They warned me, and I didn't listen. 

Oh god, I wish I would have listened.

I honestly didn't think people hated 1st person perspective so much. So, as I always do, I'm going to defend it in this post.

I can understand some reasons as to why people don't like it.

"I went home today and I say how my mom wasn't finished with dinner. I made my way to my room and I decided to call my friend."

Like, God. I've never hated one letter so much before.

However, the way I write first person may help this overuse and plain writing.

"Things almost never felt right almost as if there was something wrong with me every time I tried anything. Perhaps this was the way things were, after all my parents made it well known this is how life is. Just can't believe how true it was."

When I write in the 1st person, I simply just write how my thoughts are. I don't think "I" all the time, I simply have thoughts that are specific to me.

Another reason I can see is because it's difficult to put yourself in the shoes of the 1st person, because you wouldn't do that specific thing or you can't understand that specific thing. However, I believe that's more bad writing then the 1st person being bad.

We're suppose to believe and even somewhat live through the life of our protagonist. Unless the protag is made to be a character that isn't relatable, we are suppose to feel like like the protag. Feel a sense of camaraderie through them and their actions.

So, if you're 1st person protag can't be lived through, that may be more of an issue of bad writing compared to the 1st person being bad to write in.

Church Boy-Warm Welcome

Larry walked me to homeroom, luckily, we had it together. "Lucky, you got Gibson for fourth. He's so fuckin' cool. Guy doesn't get angry either, I've tried." Larry envied. "Ha, loser." I mocked. Larry pushed me through the doors of homeroom and to the back of the dull grey area. 

 "Mr. Fisher!" The teacher exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. "Hello...?" I dizzily asked. "Why don't you introduce yourself to your peers? I'm sure they're dying to know about you!" he said, letting me go and allowing me to steady myself on my feet. 

"Alright..." I whispered. "I'm Sal, most people call me Sally Face. I just moved here from Jersey with my dad. I like guitar and um...I love metal." I said, trying to hold my limbs as close as I could, hoping that my body would eventually just pop into nothingness, so I didn't have to stand there awkwardly anymore. 

"Great! You may sit where you please, Mr. Fisher. I trust you'll make a good decision." the teacher called out, giving a sweet smile and thumbs up. 

Once the teacher turned his attention back to putting on the documentary, Larry started talking to me. "You seem happy, what? It cause Travis ain't here?" Larry asked, glancing over to make sure that the teacher wasn't looking. "Yeah, I guess. It's nice not being bullied." I truthfully answered. 

Larry chucked and began once again. "Tell me about it! I have damn near every class with that bastard." He signed out, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Ha, sucks for you!" I mocked. "Whatever, get bent." Larry retorted, flipping me off.

I returned the favor and stuck up my middle finger with a smile nobody could see.

*Time skip*

After class, Larry walked me to math. He informed me that the math teacher was real sweet but sometimes oddly strict. I graciously accepted the valuable information and walked straight in.

Larry said that he was friends with this girl named Ash. He said she was sweet, pretty, smart, and good at art. Kinda sounded like he had a crush on her if you ask me.

Anyways, I walked in and immediately knew who Ash was. She had long brown hair and vibrant green eyes.  She was peach and had a difference in skin color on her neck and face. It was cool.

I could see why he liked her. She was beautiful but not really my type. Mostly because I preferred guys...

"Are you Ash?" I asked, tapping her shoulder. "I am, yea! How'd you know?" She asked, a sweet smile never leaving her face. "Larry." I informed. She smirked and rolled her eyes jokingly. "Of course." She snickered. "Sorry, what's your name?" Ash asked. "Sal but most people call me Sally Face..." I answered. "Sally Face?"

"Yea, cause of the...prosthetic..." I finished. Her expression changed from sweet and welcoming to pitying and sad. "Sorry, didn't mean to make it depressing." I apologized. "It's fine, really, it is." She reassured.

She gave me a quick hug and then the teacher walked in so I sat near the back of the class, already knowing I would have to introduce myself.

"Kids! We have a new student today. Sal, please stand and introduce yourself." She asked. This time, it had been a demand. Not something I could choose and say yes or no to. I had to.

I adios from my seat in the back and began the speech I was going to have to review in every class. "Hey, I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face. I moved here from Jersey with my dad.  I like guitar and metal." I said, sitting back down after the approving smile from my teacher.

"Alright, well, let's get started." Ms. Packerton announced. She began to hand out an assignment, and we were allowed to start once she was done. The assignment was easy for the most part. It was just calculating the value of x.

I finished quickly and turned it into her. As I said, I didn't get any sleep last night, so I was agitated and exhausted. I laid my head down and accidentally drifted off to sleep.

After a few minutes, I heard my name being called. "Mr. Fisher, that doesn't look like math to me." Mrs. Packerton joked. "Sorry, I must have dozed off. And I already finished the assignment." I informed, grabbing my pencil and doodling on a page in my notebook.

"Yes, you aced it as well. But please, had up for the rest of class."

"Sure."

I hadn't noticed, but Travis had turned around to face me. "Mr. Phelps, eyes on your paper, please." Mrs. Packerton called out. He rolled his eyes and made a mocking face before turning back around and continuing to do his paper.

After class, I met up with Larry and Ash before lunch. Fortunately for me, Travis was out there too.

"Het, freak! Nobody likes a goody two shoes, Saaaally face!" He taunted. "Nobody likes a cliche bully, Traaavis." I retorted, rolling my eye.

"Whatever, faggot..."

"Wow, Trav. You kiss your daddy with that tongue?"

And that's when I felt it.

That's when I felt what Travis did. 

"Shut up!" Travis screamed. The crowd we had drawn began to ooh and aww, but I paid no attention. I focused on my pain, the feeling of the blood dripping out of my nose, and the sound of my prosthetic cracking.  Through the crowd, I saw Larry. His tall stature makes him very visible.

"What the hell happened, Sal?!" Larry yelled, shoving past the horde of teens that were recording and trying to encourage me to throw a punch. "Travis..." I answered, watching as Travis walked away through the crowd. "Travis happened..." I finished. "Are you fucking kidding? Your first day!? That fucking prick..." Larry said, practically seeing red. "It's fine. He might not have a good home life, you never know." I suggested, holding my mask so it wouldn't fall. 

"What a warm welcome."

(Originally posted May 14th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Warm Welcome - Wattpad