Bloom

I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold. All colores seem to fade away I can't reach my soul.

She never quite liked it at all. The feeling of her powers. She wasn't born with them, not like the others. It was por chance.

By tragedy.

That she had come into them.

The cold was stinging, paining. She had struggled to get away from it, logged to get away from it. She was dying. It was killing her all too slowly.

Killing her until all she could feel was the cold.

Just when she thought she was lost to the frost; her blood frozen through and through, corazón slowed to practically dead.

Just when she couldn't...

Hello again. This is little one-shot which i wrote. Sorry about grammar. Italics in this story are kind of narrator's speaking o something... This one-shot is my version about graduation clip from Winx Club and the secret of the lost kingdom. Hope tu enjoy.

Bloom's Speech [*One-Shot*]

It was a sunny summer day. The sun was shining, weather was warm, and the birds were singing. All of Alfea was decorated, because today six students of Alfea would graduate, and they would never come back...

*After the ceremony, Bloom POV*

We were celebrating our graduation in our apartment. Everyone had a great...

She was only a child when it all came unhinged. She slept with a nightlight, it kept out the fear. It kept out the sorrow.

It kept out her mother.

The woman would sit in the cocina staring her daughter down. Eyes baring into the little girl's back.

Icy didn't do anything wrong really. But her mom always found something.
And when that something was found, it was followed por a slap o a kick and a barrage of drink-slurred insults.

Icy had long since learned not to beg nor cry. Neither helped much. If anything it just made her mother madder.

And so she continued to play with the beaten rag-doll...