I'm bleeding out,
So if the last thing that I do,
Is bring you down,
I'll bleed out for you,
So I bare my skin,
And I count my sins,
And I close my eyes,
And I take it in,
I'm bleeding out,
I'm bleeding out for you,
For you.
It was quiet, very, very quiet; too quiet. The kind that makes your skin prickle uncomfortably and your heart pound harder than it usually does. The kind that feels like a held breath, as if the world is just waiting for something terrible to happen. The kind that haunts you until sound finally fills up its emptiness.
And suddenly, a scream cuts through the air, high-pitched and blood-curdling. It rings out and echoes eerily, bouncing off buildings and cobblestone streets, and then…it ends. It ends just as abruptly as it began. And so the silence remains.
Somewhere, maybe a street or two away, the source of that scream is kneeling on the floor inside her home, sobs racking her thin frame as she refuses to look at the sight before her. It couldn't be happening, and she never thought this day would come. But now that it has, no one is there to comfort her or wrap her in a hug and tell her it's alright. Even if someone still did love her enough to console her and say "Everything's going to be okay," then they might as well be telling a lie. Unfortunately, that's the most common untruth that this girl has ever heard. But it's what she told him every day, and now he's gone forever. Dead. And there's nothing she can do.
In resentment, she looks at the star-shaped blemish on the back of her hand and wishes with all her heart that it wasn't there. Then none of this would have happened and she'd be living a normal, happy life without having to worry about being hunted down and killed. And her brother would still be here. The last person she had left in her family. And now she was all alone, knowing full and well that nothing would ever be the same again, no matter how hard she tried to make it that way.
So she sat on the floor with the silence ringing in her ears, and she clenched her fists and closed her eyes and concentrated. Yes, the things the future had in store were horrible indeed. And yes, her genetic mutation would be replicated by her offspring. She could only hope that someone would eventually take a stand and save her race from destruction.
True stories never have happy endings, she told herself. I can only hope that mine will.
AN: Hi! Thanks for checking out my story. I'd love it if you left a review to tell me what you think, and just to let you know, my chapters will be longer than this in the future. The song at the beginning is Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons; it actually fits the storyline pretty well, so I guess you could say it's kind of like my self-appointed theme song. Anyway, thanks again for reading and I'll try to update in a day or two!
-Dare
