The Diamonds Blood

The Diamonds
Blood







Emily Usher








CHAPTER 1

Late one night deep in the woods a baby boy was dropped on the doorstep on a bitter old woman. She was the poor boys last living relative even though he had only just been born. The man who left him had difficulty leaving him there, he would have ratherd the boy stay with him instead of this bitter old woman who lived isolated from the rest of the world.
As he approached the house he could smell a foul odor, it smelled like rotten eggs and dirty laundry being boiled together. The front lawn was hardly a lawn, tall scraggily patches of grass and weeds where oddly placed. The trees that were close to the house were covered in moss and vines that also held their strangling grip on the chimney of the decrepit house. When the man reached the front door he noticed it was just an old piece of woos on hinges that was being held shut by a piece of string, and there was no doorbell.
The man was afraid of knocking; he didn’t want to knock it down by accident. Considering his large size. He placed the basket with the baby boy in front of the door and turned away. He walked back down the long path that had taken him here. Hoping that if the old woman finds out she would still accept the boy. The man returned home, made himself some hot tea, and went to bed.

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“Oliver!” shouted the elderly woman “you get you ungrateful behind in here this instant!”
Oh, busted thought Oliver as he came running into the pantry “yeah Aunt Rosila”
“What is the meaning of this boy! I take you in off my door step and you repay me by stealing food!”
“I-I was just hungry! Aunt Rosila, if I could just eat more than once a day then…” Oliver started but Aunt Rosila cut in.
“Who do you think you are? Your lucky I even took you” she spat “your not getting anything to eat until tomorrow. Now go clean that green grim off the roof!”
Oliver went and did as he was told. The ladder used to get up onto the roof was old and rotted. He was very careful climbing, testing each step before putting all of his weight on it. On top he saw there wasn’t as much green grim as he had thought. Humph, the old hag must be in a good mood today. Oliver thought to himself as he began to scrub away at the roof. The grime had a smell to it that really wasn’t all that bad but it still made Oliver dizzy after an hour of being up there. At least the suns out he thought.
The suns warm golden rays shown down on Oliver’s messy dark brown hair as he scrubbed. His blue-green eyes were watching intently on the spot he was scrubbing, he was lost in his mind. Everything was mostly quiet, aside from the birds and nearby stream.

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She was breathing heavily running through the woods, her long blonde blond hair getting caught in sticks and pickers. She didn’t care; all she cared about was getting away from the vicious dogs chasing her. They were getting closer and she couldn’t run any faster. Before she knew it she tripped on a tree root. In that short time she spent on the ground the dogs caught up. She attempted to get back on her feet but before she could the biggest of the five dogs sunk it’s razor sharp teeth into the back of her left leg. She let out an ear-ripping scream, and tried to pull away and twist her body around but the dog wouldn’t let go. The other four were standing there growling and waiting.
The deep scratches on her face re-opened and she could feel the blood begin to drip. Her hands were bloody and covered in dirt, her should was all torn up and a new gash from the fall began to drip and sting. Finally she managed to twist her body around enough to nail the dog in the face. It let out sharp yelp and backed up bearing it’s teeth. The girl stumbled to her feet and started running again.

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“What the?” Oliver said aloud as he turned towards where he heard the scream. He was still on the roof getting rid of the green grime and was halfway done. “Oliver!” Aunt Rosila yelled, “What is that screaming!”
“I don’t know. It wasn’t me.” He answered back, and then he got back to work.
About an hour later he finally finished and was about to go down the old ladder. Oliver looked back towards the direction he heard the scream and saw something moving in the bushes. He watched the movements closely, wondering what it was. Suddenly the movements stopped at the edge of a bush. Oliver kept his eyes fixed on that spot. A girl then fell forward revealing waist length dark blonde hair and tattered clothing.
Oliver got down the ladder as fast as he could and ran over to her. She must have been the one who screamed before; she’s covered in blood. Oliver thought to himself. Who is she? He rolled her over to get a better view of her face; she was unconscious and had three deep gashes on her right cheek and one above her left eyebrow. Her tan skin was covered in blood and her left leg had a huge bite mark on it that was still bleeding. Oliver ran to get Aunt Rosila. “Aunt Rosila, come quick.” He said to her.
“What! What do you want!” Aunt Rosila wasn’t happy.
“There’s this girl. She’s hurt. I think she’s the one who screamed before” Oliver said quickly, he was getting restless. “She needs help!”
“Ok! Ok fine I’ll come see.” Aunt Rosila snorted and followed Oliver to the girl.
“Oh my” she muttered. “Poor girl, well I guess you want to help her now don’t you?”
“yes, very much. Please Aunt Rosila she could die if we don’t.”
“Alright. Fine, but only because I don’t want the government poking their noses around here. Bring her in the house, I’ll go get the things I need.” And she walked off.
“How am I supposed to move her?” Oliver muttered to himself. “I can’t carry her” he sighed and decided to try any way.
The girl was a lot heavier than she looked. Oliver looked down on her and then looked around. He spotted the old wheel barrel on the side of the house and ran to get it. He lifted her up the best he could and laid her in the barrel and brought her to the front of the rotting porch. Great… he thought. Oliver dragged the wheel barrel backwards up the porches creaky steps and in through the doorway. Aunt Rosila was walking back up the path. “Aunt Rosila, where do you want her?” Oliver called out to her.
“Put her in your room.”
Of course, more stairs…Oliver thought as he wheeled the barrel over to the stairs. The staircases hallway was too narrow for the wheel barrel to fit so Oliver really had no choice but to carry her. He picked her up out of the wooden barrel with great difficulty and staggered up the stairs. Damn she’s heavy! Oliver never thought some one as skinny as him could weigh this much.
He finally made it up the stairs and dragged the mystery girl over to his bed and laid her down. Her leg’s bleeding hadn’t stopped bleeding yet and Oliver just noticed her right shoulder. It was torn up, there were strips of skin missing and it was a bloody mess, like the rest of her.
A minute later aunt Rosila appeared in the doorway “ok” she sighed as she bent down next to Oliver and began to examine her leg. “Let me see her leg first.”
Aunt Rosila looked at the girl’s leg closely for a few seconds. “it must have been a dog, it gotter` good too.” She was still looking at the bite. “Oliver hand me that warm cloth”
Oliver did as he was told and handed her the cloth. It smelled like many herds and spices and made his eye’s water. “ Ok, let’s hope she stays out cold for this.” Aunt Rosila placed the cloth on the bite make.
Oliver heard a sizzle and could see steam coming off the unconscious girls leg. “Aunt Rosila, w-what’s in that?”
“It’s none of your business.” Aunt Rosila snapped, “ You don’t want to know what’s in it. Now go down stairs and clean up the place while I finish what I’m doing.”
“Yes aunt Rosila” Oliver turned and went out the door.
As he did what that bitter old bat told him to he couldn’t stop thinking about that mysterious girl. He wondered what her name was, where she was from, and how old she was. Oliver hadn’t met many girls; he’d never gone to school. He couldn’t really write or read. He only knew a little bit, like how to tell the difference between words like milk and cream. Oliver himself was 15 years old and about 5.8 feet tall. His skin was the kind of tan super model pays money for and you could tell by looking at his arms that he did a lot of physical labor.
Oliver was washing the dishes in the sink but he really couldn’t focus. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. And it wasn’t that she was torn up and injured, there was something weird about her. He had a feeling she might be dangerous, which only intrigued Oliver even more.







Chapter 2
It was around eight AM the next morning and Aunt Rosila was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. That would be the first time since Oliver couls remember. She was cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Oliver was upstairs in his room and the mysterious girl still hadn’t wocken up yet. She had bandages wrapped on her legs, arms, and face. Oliver stood over her fiddiling with an old rag he was using to clean. He noticed a dark brown leathery string around her neck.
Oliver reached down towards the string. He grab the string lightly and pulled up the end of it that was stuck in her shirt. It was a silver cresent moon with a tiny diamond near the bottom. Oliver held the pendant in his hand and admired it. Then out of no where a hand grabbed his wrist and he jumped back but he was held in place by the strong gripp. “ what are you doing to my amulet?” the girl asked, she held her grip on oliver.
“I-I was just, and you? You, your awake” Oliver stuttered.
“where am I? Why am I all wrapped up?” she asked and let go of olivers wrist.
“your in my room, and aunt rosilla wrapped you up after we found you outside all cut up.” Oliver ansered.
“well who are you then? And whos aunt rosilla” she said feircly, then she closed her closed her eyes and continued talking “I’m sorry for being rude, it was very nice of you and this aunt Rosila to help me.”
“its ok you weren’t really rude, I’d probably act the same way.” Oliver was still looking at the cresent moon and realized he dropped the rag.
He bent down to pick up the dirty piece of cloth and the neckline on the back of his shirt moved away from his skin as he moved. From were the girl was sitting she could clearly see the back of olivers neck, her eyes widened at what she saw. On the back of oliver’s neck was a scar, it was deep and dark. The girl had heard storys about a scar like this in old stories. No way, just no. there is no way he could be the blood boy. She thought as Oliver straightened back up “hey what’s your name?” she asked, her eyes were wide with anticipation.
“Oliver, I don’t know my last name though, sorry.” Oliver smiled warmly, as he looked at the girl.
“ how come you don’t know it?” The girl’s heart beat sped up a little. His name is oliver, and he has that scar. What if he is…
“aunt Rosila said it was best I didn’t know what it was, so what’s your name though.” Oliver had an obliviouse look on his face, almost too obliviouse.
“Netta Bennett. I’m so sorry for being rude before.” Netta sounded apologetic.
“I told you weren’t being rude, don’t worry about it.” The warmth of his tone surprised Netta, she hadn’t heard anything like that in a very long time. “ do you know what happened to you?”
Netta stared back into Oliver’s gorgeouse eye’s blankly. Should I tell him? She thought. “helooo?” Oliver waved his hand in her face.
“uh, right now isn’t a good time Oliver.” Her tone was flat as she turned her head towards the door.
Right then aunt Rosila called oliver down stairs.” Ok you can tell me another time then.” His expression went from a warm inviting smile to a smirk as he turned towards the door, he obviously wasn’t going to let it go.
When oliver got down stairs he couldn’t believe what he saw, food. It was every breakfast food imaginable and it all smelled wounderful. “oliver is she awake” aunt rosilla sounded calm, almost happy.
“Yes, she woke up. This all looks great Aunt Rosila

Ins and Outs.<3

IN

The clique- i absolutley love theese books! i can't wait to finish the summer collection and buy the new book!!
Soccer-we've already started practice, can't wait for the season to start!!
Study- science test monday.
Saving money- i really want to buy some M.A.C products...any suggestions?
Strawberies- i love them! they are my favorite fruit...and they are ah-dorable!
Hello Kitty- she will allways be in, hello kitty is basically me

OUT

Instant Ramen- i use to love it, but then i puked after i ate it and once that happens with any food i never eat it again, ever
Claires makeup- i bought some just to try it, because i dont have much money. and it is the worst! hate it!
Hair cuts- growing my hair out as much as possible!
Secrets Vanilla chai deodorant- i need a new scent...something like strawberirs!

Varsity soccer...

ok wow. i'm freaking out right now. tryouts for highschool's soccer team and i want to make varsity sososososososo bad!!! i'm playing division 1 right now. my team is playing indoors and we're playin JV and Varsity players. we're actually doing really well against them. we lost 2-1 against one beastly varsity team that was mostly junoirs. and we pretty much beat or tied all the JV teams.
i'm so nervouse though and tryouts aren't even until summer. i'm going to work on my conditioning [obviously] and foot work... i am such a klutz.... ugh!

lol. just had tp put that out there :)

Heart,
Emily

OMG. I made a blog!

ok so yes. i have made a blog. i dont think anyone will read this but that doesn't matter. this is really just to make sure i know how to use this thing. i'm really bad at computers, lol.

Heart,
Emily