Chrysalis
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Prologue
I didn’t look back when they called names. I ignored the sharp pain in my back, from the stones and empty soda cans they threw at me when I walked by. I kept my face hidden from them and controlled my tears by biting my tongue, until the familiar metallic taste flooded my mouth. It’s what I always did.
I was different, and the children within my small town hated me with a passion that I didn’t rightfully understand at my young age.
‘Emma the elephant’ and ‘alien face’ were amongst the common names that were used to describe me as a young child. It progressed and evolved to ‘salad dodger’ and ‘wide load.’ Though the one I was called the most was ‘rat girl,’ which was meant to be like Bat Girl, but it was more of an insult than anything else. They used the name because my teeth were bigger in the front. Like a lot of children, I had to grow into them. I was alone. Isolated. Hated and abused. I had no parents, no one to care for me. My whole life had been hollow, empty, and the feeling, it seemed, was to be terminal.
The day my life changed monumentally is one I’ll never forget. It was the day I was reborn.
Walking from my job at the local bookstore, the sun had set and I wrapped my arms around myself as a chill started to seep into my skin. That’s when I saw them.
My abusers.
In school there was a bigger crowd, but tonight I saw only three. Boys… almost men. They were eighteen now, just like me. They hadn’t stopped dishing out the insults since they began back in first grade. In fact, after returning this last year, it’s become worse.
My looks had changed over the summer. I grew into my gangly body and my teeth, my acne cleared, and my long blond hair is now thick and lush. These boys noticed me, they all did. The taunts never stopped, but I saw it in their eyes—there was an annoyance. Just like it had always been, but now there was also a want… they wanted the new me. They hated craving me. It was new to them and they just didn’t know what to do about it. Plus, none of them were brave enough to admit it. Not that it would have changed anything. Let’s face it, I hated them all, with a passion.
When they approached me that night it wasn’t with caution. It should have been. Fear would have served them well. I was meek, quiet. I didn’t fight back. I was an easy target… that’s what they thought. That’s what I thought. Why would they be frightened of little old me?
When they pushed me into the back alley and tried to rip my clothes off, things changed. I listened to their voices, heard the evil inside them, and felt the cruel enjoyment that wept from their pores. I didn’t understand it then. But I do now. That fight was monumental and thus began my life.
I was reborn. I was new. I became what I was always meant to be. They started that, but they’ll never know, never see. I killed them that day—all three boy-men. They were sons, nephews, boyfriends. Hell, they might have been future presidents for all I knew. Either way, I ripped their lives from their bodies in the blink of an eye.
I still feel that evil, the grime under my fingernails, and it eats away at me. One day it might win and then all could be lost. For now, I hold it back, like a dam impounding water, controlling it and stopping it from overflowing and decimating everything in its path.
That night, as they tried to rape me, pawing at my clothes and laughing among themselves,while I was on the floor assured of my death - or at the very least my violation - my heart rate picked up speed and something sparked inside me. Something that had lain dormant, something that would set me free. Something that was so unnatural to me, yet felt so very right.
When the light took over it was blinding, I couldn’t control it. If I’d have known how, then perhaps they would have survived—maybe. When I touched them with my hands, trying to push them off me, they screamed. The sound was bloodcurdling, and as their flailing arms stilled and their lifeless bodies dropped to the asphalt, I had no time to recover or to make sense of the situation surrounding me. A shrouded figure bounded out of nowhere, grabbed my wrist, and hauled me up.
“Come with me, Emery,” he ordered softly, but I couldn’t move.
As I tried to blink away the events, dismissing them as my crazy overactive imagination, he must have seen the confusion, or maybe it was fear that was clear in my eyes.
“Emery, you killed them,” he told me as gently as possible, pointing to my three attackers on the ground.
I looked down at their bodies but felt nothing. No remorse. No regret. I was just cold from the wind that whipped against my skin through torn clothing and from the ice that I’d allowed to fill me inside, shutting out every truth from that night.
Now that time has passed, I see the vision that I blocked out back then so clearly in my nightmares sometimes. I feel it all now.
“I need to get you somewhere safe. Then I can explain everything,” he told me as he tugged me forward.
I could hear the sirens in the distance. Someone must have seen something, and the cops were closing in. I had no time to think, no time to decide if this person urging me to follow him was good or evil. But knowing what I did, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could be classified as good anymore. What I knew was that I had no one in my corner. So, I made a choice that night and followed the man who seemed to hold the promise of something else, something better than the lowly existence I loathed.
That was how this started.
Now, the fight that I thought was huge that first night, seems insignificant to what I face ahead of me. What we all face. Now I’m in the fight of my life. For everyone and for myself.
But to tell the story, I need to go back to the beginning. Back to my emergence.
I didn’t look back when they called names. I ignored the sharp pain in my back, from the stones and empty soda cans they threw at me when I walked by. I kept my face hidden from them and controlled my tears by biting my tongue, until the familiar metallic taste flooded my mouth. It’s what I always did.
I was different, and the children within my small town hated me with a passion that I didn’t rightfully understand at my young age.
‘Emma the elephant’ and ‘alien face’ were amongst the common names that were used to describe me as a young child. It progressed and evolved to ‘salad dodger’ and ‘wide load.’ Though the one I was called the most was ‘rat girl,’ which was meant to be like Bat Girl, but it was more of an insult than anything else. They used the name because my teeth were bigger in the front. Like a lot of children, I had to grow into them. I was alone. Isolated. Hated and abused. I had no parents, no one to care for me. My whole life had been hollow, empty, and the feeling, it seemed, was to be terminal.
The day my life changed monumentally is one I’ll never forget. It was the day I was reborn.
Walking from my job at the local bookstore, the sun had set and I wrapped my arms around myself as a chill started to seep into my skin. That’s when I saw them.
My abusers.
In school there was a bigger crowd, but tonight I saw only three. Boys… almost men. They were eighteen now, just like me. They hadn’t stopped dishing out the insults since they began back in first grade. In fact, after returning this last year, it’s become worse.
My looks had changed over the summer. I grew into my gangly body and my teeth, my acne cleared, and my long blond hair is now thick and lush. These boys noticed me, they all did. The taunts never stopped, but I saw it in their eyes—there was an annoyance. Just like it had always been, but now there was also a want… they wanted the new me. They hated craving me. It was new to them and they just didn’t know what to do about it. Plus, none of them were brave enough to admit it. Not that it would have changed anything. Let’s face it, I hated them all, with a passion.
When they approached me that night it wasn’t with caution. It should have been. Fear would have served them well. I was meek, quiet. I didn’t fight back. I was an easy target… that’s what they thought. That’s what I thought. Why would they be frightened of little old me?
When they pushed me into the back alley and tried to rip my clothes off, things changed. I listened to their voices, heard the evil inside them, and felt the cruel enjoyment that wept from their pores. I didn’t understand it then. But I do now. That fight was monumental and thus began my life.
I was reborn. I was new. I became what I was always meant to be. They started that, but they’ll never know, never see. I killed them that day—all three boy-men. They were sons, nephews, boyfriends. Hell, they might have been future presidents for all I knew. Either way, I ripped their lives from their bodies in the blink of an eye.
I still feel that evil, the grime under my fingernails, and it eats away at me. One day it might win and then all could be lost. For now, I hold it back, like a dam impounding water, controlling it and stopping it from overflowing and decimating everything in its path.
That night, as they tried to rape me, pawing at my clothes and laughing among themselves,while I was on the floor assured of my death - or at the very least my violation - my heart rate picked up speed and something sparked inside me. Something that had lain dormant, something that would set me free. Something that was so unnatural to me, yet felt so very right.
When the light took over it was blinding, I couldn’t control it. If I’d have known how, then perhaps they would have survived—maybe. When I touched them with my hands, trying to push them off me, they screamed. The sound was bloodcurdling, and as their flailing arms stilled and their lifeless bodies dropped to the asphalt, I had no time to recover or to make sense of the situation surrounding me. A shrouded figure bounded out of nowhere, grabbed my wrist, and hauled me up.
“Come with me, Emery,” he ordered softly, but I couldn’t move.
As I tried to blink away the events, dismissing them as my crazy overactive imagination, he must have seen the confusion, or maybe it was fear that was clear in my eyes.
“Emery, you killed them,” he told me as gently as possible, pointing to my three attackers on the ground.
I looked down at their bodies but felt nothing. No remorse. No regret. I was just cold from the wind that whipped against my skin through torn clothing and from the ice that I’d allowed to fill me inside, shutting out every truth from that night.
Now that time has passed, I see the vision that I blocked out back then so clearly in my nightmares sometimes. I feel it all now.
“I need to get you somewhere safe. Then I can explain everything,” he told me as he tugged me forward.
I could hear the sirens in the distance. Someone must have seen something, and the cops were closing in. I had no time to think, no time to decide if this person urging me to follow him was good or evil. But knowing what I did, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could be classified as good anymore. What I knew was that I had no one in my corner. So, I made a choice that night and followed the man who seemed to hold the promise of something else, something better than the lowly existence I loathed.
That was how this started.
Now, the fight that I thought was huge that first night, seems insignificant to what I face ahead of me. What we all face. Now I’m in the fight of my life. For everyone and for myself.
But to tell the story, I need to go back to the beginning. Back to my emergence.
Maria is a full time working Mum, she has two beautiful daughters, both of whom love books as much as she does.
Maria has loved to write since she was a little girl.
Reading and loving books, as well as blogging, has inspired her to write and publish.
Maria, her husband and children now reside in Wiltshire, England.
Website * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads
Maria has loved to write since she was a little girl.
Reading and loving books, as well as blogging, has inspired her to write and publish.
Maria, her husband and children now reside in Wiltshire, England.
Website * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads
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Apr 14
Style Me Fantasy
A Mama's Corner of the World
Apr 15
Tangents and Tissues
Readeropolis
Apr 16
Adventures in Publishing
What Is That Book About
The lives and loves of a book nerd
Apr 17
Better Boys in Books
Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews
The Pen and Muse Book Reviews
Apr 18
Cloe Michael's Reads Blog
2 Girls & A Book
Apr 19
3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, &, Sissy, Too!
Bibliophile Angel
Yearwood La Novela
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Brianna Remus Books
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Book Review Virignia Lee
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Apr 25
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Deal Sharing Aunt
Apr 26
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Apr 27
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Apr 28
Laurisa White Reyes, Author
T's Stuff
Apr 29
Lisa-Queen of Random
Mello & June
Apr 30
the bookworm lodge
a small girl, her man and her books
May 1
Book Lovers 4Ever
Jazzy Book Reviews
May 2
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Little Ray Of Sunshine
May 3
eBook Addicts
Loves Great Reads Blog
May 4
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May 5
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May 6
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May 7
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May 8
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May 10
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May 11
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Sylv.net
May 12
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Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin'
May 13
Anna del C. Dye official page
United Indie Book Blog
7 Comments
James Robert
4/13/2018 03:24:53 am
Congrats on the tour and I appreciate the excerpt and the great giveaway as well. Love the tours, I get to find books and share with my sisters the ones I know they would enjoy reading and they both love to read. Thank you!
Calvin
4/13/2018 11:19:37 am
Nice book I like that it's fantasy, good to know what inspired you to write it
Bea LaRocca
4/20/2018 08:57:05 pm
Beautiful cover and an intriguing synopsis. This sounds like a fantastic read. Thanks so much for posting.
wendy hutton
4/29/2018 01:33:17 pm
lovh the cover and the book sounds interesting
Sharon Yarrell
5/1/2018 05:11:00 pm
I like the cover. Her hair covers her face like a cocoon covers a caterpillar.
wendy hutton
5/2/2018 12:55:21 pm
the cover looks great thanks
Jerry Marquardt
5/13/2018 11:37:16 pm
I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Chrysalis. I wish the best in keeping up the good work in the future.
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