A/N I have read a few Annamaria fics, so I decided to have a go at one of
my own. Very dark, I almost cried whilst I was writing this!! Anyway please
review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism welcome.
A/N 2 Okay so it's a very short chapter, call it more an introduction!! I'll continue if you guys think I should!!
Eternity Of Darkness
Chapter One.
The twelve year old sat alone on the pier, swinging her legs out to sea. The tears filled her eyes, as the sun glared off the ocean. But it was not the bright glare that made her eyes weep salty water, far from it. Her heart pounded in her young chest, and every beat she felt it thump.
The chatter of voices gave her the only comfort, as she sat washing the fishermen and navy officers running about their everyday business. The twelve year old envied them, they didn't know what it was like to hurt.
Her black hair was scooped up on her hand, with tiny strands having broken free and running down her grubby face. She wiped away her tears, smearing her face. And sniffed the pain back inside. She couldn't show a weakness, she couldn't back down.
As night began to fall, she shivered. The cold was coming, the wind from the sea ripped at her bare arms, and her pearly teeth chattered.
She would have to go home, before they started to look for her. She shook at the thought of them searching for her. She gave a hollow laugh at the home. True, home it had once been. But no longer. Home was a place where one felt safe from the harms and wickedness that fills our world, home is place where love resides. But the girl shook her tired head, as she clambered up. It wasn't home anymore, it had long ceased to deserve that name.
She walked slowly down the cobbled streets, dodging the drunks that poured from one pub, only to enter another. She sidled clear of the women of the night, as they flaunted their bodies for sale.
Eventually she reached the house, she pushed open the door, and stepped into the dark, forbidding corridor. The blackness pressed down on her, and she struggled to breath as the darkness stole away her spirit.
She gasped for breathe as she stood, her eyes pressed tightly shut in the hall of nightmares. Gradually she calmed down, and had the courage to open her eyes. She turned the corner and enter the dimly lit living room.
On the table sat an elegant wooden coffin, with a wreath of flowers perched precariously on top. She screamed, with pain. She knelt down beside the wooden box, and stroked its sides, her tears falling like a waterfall sprung from her eyes. Her hands caressed the wood, in a loving fashion, as the child desperately tried to control her tears.
Her mother had been such a beautiful, lively creature, the guardian angel, protectress, in a hell filled world. The only ray of light, in an eternity of darkness. A light that had been cruelly turned out.
The girl sobbed, silently to herself.
A hand fell on her shoulder, and she gasped with fear. The icy grip, the dark enveloping her once more.
"Annamaria." Came the dark voice.
Her heart sank, as her hand fell from the coffin.
A/N 2 Okay so it's a very short chapter, call it more an introduction!! I'll continue if you guys think I should!!
Eternity Of Darkness
Chapter One.
The twelve year old sat alone on the pier, swinging her legs out to sea. The tears filled her eyes, as the sun glared off the ocean. But it was not the bright glare that made her eyes weep salty water, far from it. Her heart pounded in her young chest, and every beat she felt it thump.
The chatter of voices gave her the only comfort, as she sat washing the fishermen and navy officers running about their everyday business. The twelve year old envied them, they didn't know what it was like to hurt.
Her black hair was scooped up on her hand, with tiny strands having broken free and running down her grubby face. She wiped away her tears, smearing her face. And sniffed the pain back inside. She couldn't show a weakness, she couldn't back down.
As night began to fall, she shivered. The cold was coming, the wind from the sea ripped at her bare arms, and her pearly teeth chattered.
She would have to go home, before they started to look for her. She shook at the thought of them searching for her. She gave a hollow laugh at the home. True, home it had once been. But no longer. Home was a place where one felt safe from the harms and wickedness that fills our world, home is place where love resides. But the girl shook her tired head, as she clambered up. It wasn't home anymore, it had long ceased to deserve that name.
She walked slowly down the cobbled streets, dodging the drunks that poured from one pub, only to enter another. She sidled clear of the women of the night, as they flaunted their bodies for sale.
Eventually she reached the house, she pushed open the door, and stepped into the dark, forbidding corridor. The blackness pressed down on her, and she struggled to breath as the darkness stole away her spirit.
She gasped for breathe as she stood, her eyes pressed tightly shut in the hall of nightmares. Gradually she calmed down, and had the courage to open her eyes. She turned the corner and enter the dimly lit living room.
On the table sat an elegant wooden coffin, with a wreath of flowers perched precariously on top. She screamed, with pain. She knelt down beside the wooden box, and stroked its sides, her tears falling like a waterfall sprung from her eyes. Her hands caressed the wood, in a loving fashion, as the child desperately tried to control her tears.
Her mother had been such a beautiful, lively creature, the guardian angel, protectress, in a hell filled world. The only ray of light, in an eternity of darkness. A light that had been cruelly turned out.
The girl sobbed, silently to herself.
A hand fell on her shoulder, and she gasped with fear. The icy grip, the dark enveloping her once more.
"Annamaria." Came the dark voice.
Her heart sank, as her hand fell from the coffin.
