"Now I will tell you,
What I've done for you,
50 thousand tears I've cried,
Screaming, decieving, and bleeding for you,
And you, still won't hear me...."
-Going Under (Evanescence)
Prolouge
The stars are laced across the velvet sky, and the cold wind bites at the exposed skin on my face and hands. I trudge silently through the night, occasionaly glancing up at the full moon. I can hear the cries of werewolves emmiting from the Forbidden Forest. For a split second, I'm tempted to run straight into the dark woods, and see how long it is before my flesh is consumed by the beasts that dwell within. I shake off the urge, and continue my walk from the black lake to the castle.
I stop short of the cobblestone path that leads to the stone steps of the castle. I stare at the ground, the numbness once again spreading through my veins like morphine.
It was on this day, five years ago, that I ceased to exist. Yes, bone and flesh, heart and blood still remain, but I am nothing.
My mind still lingers, processing thought with no meaning, rotting into the diseased memories that plauge my every breath.
In these thoughts, in these memories, I see her. Wide terrified eyes staring at me with innocence that I remember taking from her. Innocence, that I claimed, while twisting her mind into the malicious fragment of thought that she see's the world through now.
She has these thoughts, these urges, that she can't explain. She fights them back with all her will. She turns her inner eye from the blood thirsty anarchist that dwells within her.
She has my soul.
I stare back up at the castle. Her heartbeat is pulsing through my ears, I can feel her every breath, I can feel her torment. For a split second, my thoughts turn towards ones of pity, but that quickly passes.
I step onto the cobblestone path, and start slowly up towards the castle. I will find her. I will take her.
I will take back what is mine.