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Adelphia, Chapter 1Category: Stories
Sunday, 18 September 2011
04:37:43 PM (GMT)
Silver flased before my eyes as blades severed heads. Blood flowed freely, coloring everything. Children screamed. Pain and death tore at our flesh. A familiar black and blue cloak in front of me... I drifted in and out of the dream. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. The covers were twisted around my body. And they were wet. And the smell... My eyes flew open. I had dreamed of hell and brought it into reality. The sheets were soaked with blood. It was still dark. I felt for my lamp on the bedside table. I twisted the fuel lock and the flame flickered on. The shadows fled as the light illuminated... My scream echoed down the hall. "Mommy?" I rolled over and took my mother's face in my hands. There was blood everywhere. My tears fell onto her face. "Mommy, wake up." I touched her neck but felt no pulse. I shook her, slapped her, but it was no use. She wouldn't wake up. She was dead. Her wrists and arms were deeply slashed. I grabbed my lamp from the table and fled out the door of our apartment. The clay floor was like ice under my bare feet. I raced blindly down the corridor, passing rooms and windows. Tortured voices seemed to scream all around me, filling the night. And death was chasing me, Death... A puddle of blood, spilt across the floor, caught me by surprise. I slipped and my feet flew out from under me. I landed hard, and pain shot through my body. My lamp shattered beside me, and shards of broken glass dug into my flesh. I screamed in agony, screamed and thrashed in hysterics, until the world melted away and there was only the screaming. Something hard struck my face. I blinked dumbly. "Hush, child! It'll be alright." A woman's voice. Soft hands lifted me to my feet. I was led inside a dark doorway. Through the window, the sun was beginning to rise. The woman draped a blanket over my shoulders. We were alone in the room. "Tell me, sweetie. Where is your mommy?" A heavy sob shook my body. "She's...dead. She's dead," I stammered. The woman nodded grimly. She questioned where i lived, and I led her back to my apartment. She helped me collect my few belongings. The whole time I kept me eyes down, to avoid seeing my mother's body. I followed her down out of the apartments and down to the building I knew was the Guardians office. I had never been there before. A tall woman greeted us. I kept my head down, letting my dark hair cover my eyes. The building was lit by a large fire place. There was a long counter and several doorways in the back. The tall woman asked me for my mother's name, then wrote it into a big book. Then she said, 'suicide'. I pretended not to hear. She showed me down a narrow hall and into a small room with one window and two other children. "Wait here, sweetie." She closed the door and left me alone with the strangers. The two boys sat on a bench to my left. I sat on the floor across from them and folded in on myself so that I became a little ball. With my head to my knees, I let the tears fall. I pulled the blanket tighter around me. I was still in my bloodsoaked nightgown. The room was cold, and I was scared. Everything was happening so fast. One day, I had a family. Then little sister got sick, and she had to go to heaven.Then Daddy, and all the men. And now Mommy. Why had my family abandoned me? I wanted to go to heaven too. I looked up to see the sun shining cheerfully through the window. I stood and let the beams warm my face. I faced the sun as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the older of the two boys standing behind me. He was my age, with red hair. He stared straight into my eyes with surprising intensity. His eyes were pale blue. "Don't cry," he said.

‹<3 Forever Yours <3› says:   18 September 2011   551776  
Another great masterpiece. I deffinately think you should stick to
this tone of writing, the dark sadness it just seems like you have an
easier and effortless flow. Its quite amazing to say the least.
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says :   18 September 2011   878476  
Thanks. And yeah, I have to admit that dark, sad, or morbid writing is
easier for me. 


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