Author's note:
This is something I wrote from late 2010 to 2011, and it's kind of embarrassing for me to read, but I thought I would post it anyway. I've been meaning to figure out how this site works, so this will be my test story. I will also definitely post more of my fanfics on this site sooner or later, as I have a few stories in progress right now.
Opheliac is a fanfic written off my interpretation of Emilie Autumn's song 'Opheliac', and I have incorporated a lot of that Album into the story's themes. If you don't care to listen to the song, then don't worry, as it isn't important for the story, but if you happen to be an Emilie Autumn fan I'm hoping you will enjoy what I've done with this.
I know the prologue is short, but my chapters are longer, don't worry. My chapters aren't too lengthy, but they're definitely longer than this, so don't worry about that. Also, note that the site I originally posted this on doesn't allow romance (stupid, I know), so although I intentionally noted that Ophelia and Aaron were 'best friends', just know that there are deeper emotions there between the two, haha.
Anyway, thanks for clicking and I hope you enjoy the story!
Prologue
Chris sat with the blue, leather book in his hands. He muttered to himself, "Pages and pages… they must have been close. It's no wonder…"
His voice trailed off. It was true that he didn't know the family well, but in one of the entries…
"Wait," he whispered, although he was the only one listening, "… is this the same girl from that incident back in '98? It can't be…" Chris took a mental note of the name in the book and continued reading, his eyes flickering as he sped through the pages. He began skipping pages. Would any of this even help?
It wasn't long before Chris flipped to the end of the book, finding the final entry:
I'm here once again… hopefully for the last time. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do now. How could you leave me like this? How could you think you had the power to know how to keep me breathing?
When you told me that one day, things would change… I didn't think that you meant it would be this way. You told me we would always be together, that we could take anything on, and I believed you. Fairy tales are sick, little lies; no one lives happily ever after. Nothing lasts, and no one stayed. It didn't matter if I prayed. Life is nothing to me now, and moving on has a whole new meaning this time.
Why did I turn to you?
I only wanted a hand to pour my heart into. You were one I thought I knew, but I didn't see the lies that grew. I fell for it. I fell, and your arms weren't there to catch me. I ran to you, and you ran away. I've tried moving on. I've tried to forget; I've tried to forget how to feel. I've died to feel alive. I've written words on my skin, trembling and trickling, leaving scars. Lost in confusing emotions, unstable and distressed, my life spiraled down into despair. Everyone told me to move on; everyone said that 'time heals everything.' How could I believe in such a cruel lie? I still love you, and you know that. However, I guess we just didn't value our friendship in the same way. I gave up,
and then everything fell into pieces…