Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

I opened my eyes and stared at the plain ceiling of my bedroom. My fingers were shaking and I could feel myself soaked in my own sweat. Not long after I heard a sharp intake of breath and low groan. I wanted to smile and thank the one beside me for being there but I just couldn't. Drumming inside my head begun like an intro to yet another stressful day. 


He whispered low against my neck, "you are awake." 


"Yeah...I guess you could say that." I replied softly my eyes still stuck to the ceiling. 


I felt him sit and push himself closer tk the head of the bed as he stretched out his back and arms. Instantly I was guilty. 


"Why stay?" I asked him when I felt his finger hover above my head knowing he was just about to stroke my hair like he usually did after nights like that. 


"Because I want to." Was his reply as the last time. I sighed blinking back tears of shame. His fingers laced themselves in my hair and he started to go through it at a slow steady rhythm. 


Lucky me