Haunted Eyes: Ghosts of Death
Chapter One: Crimson Tears
I keep wondering how I can keep smiling through all this pain. Grannie Pinako died just two days ago and I didn't cry. I guess I keep it bottled up inside…just like Edward. There's a knock on the door, probably another neighbor coming to check on me. I really wish they wouldn't worry so much. I answer the door and surely enough, Mrs. Porter is standing at the door. She smiles when she speaks,
"Hello Winry, I brought some cookies over for you…" She pauses, she lost her only grandchild to the sickness, so I understand. I reach out and take the cookies from the lady and smile gently.
"Thank you Mrs. Porter…um…would you like to come in?" I ask politely.
The old lady Shakes her head, "No, I was on my way to the store to get some candles, but thank you Winry, Have a nice evening sweetie." She smiles then turns and descends down the front porch stairs.
I smile sadly and close the door. Putting a few cookies on a plate I walk into the back bedroom where Alphonse is taking care of Edward. Upon entering the room I see no one, suppressing my initial panic I continue through the morbid, plain walled room to the attached bathroom. What I see before me is such a heart wrenching scene that I freeze in my tracks, sadness welling through my body overflowing as my tears. I vaguely remember dropping the cookies and for that moment they were the only things moving. Edward lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, the bloody beacon of his suicide still held by his lifeless hand. Alphonse cowers on the floor next to his brother, cradling his head in his lap, blood seeping into his pants. A scream of shock and sorrow ripped from my throat hanging in the air like a dark cloud of foreboding. I can't remember how long I've stood here crying but I eventually move to Alphonse's side. I try to coax him from his brother's side with soft words, but like the stubborn child he is, he only clings tighter to his brother's body. Finally I just pull him away struggling with him as he reaches out to grab one of the bloodied wrists, screeching and sobbing his protests.
In the kitchen I manage to calm him down. I hold him close to me soothingly rubbing his back as he cries on my shoulder. I cries incessantly, his heart wrenching sobs converting to soft sniffling, and continuing into soft, rhythmic breathing. I pick the sleeping boy up and carry him to my room upstairs, gently placing him on my bed pulling the covers up to his waist. Hurrying down stairs, I hesitantly enter the back bedroom, steeling myself against what I was about to see and do.
I gently pick up Edward's body watching his lifeless limbs go limp under the unseen force of gravity. Placing him in the tub, I turn on the hot water. Cleaning up Edward's blood doesn't take long, even though I feel nauseous throughout the entire ordeal. As I transport my friend's now unbloodied body from the tub to the bed I get a chance to survey his picture like visage. He looks so peaceful, a look that was uncommon for the Edward I had known. Looking at his face it was hard to believe that he was dead, and that I had just cleaned up his blood. I don't really realize how hard that task had been until tears start falling down my face blurring my vision. My heart aches as I gaze at his calm features, my hand darting out to remove the stray hairs that cover his beautiful, porcelain like visage.
I must have fallen asleep next to him because I wake up, my body shivering from the cold. I blink a couple of times to let my eyes adjust to the dark room. I take one last glance at Edward before I make my way silently to my room. I push the door open slowly because I know it squeaks, and tip toe to my room crawling into my bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping boy that is already occupying part of it.
I hear soft crying from the body next to me and roll over, coming face to face with Al's tear stained face.
"Alphonse...?" I whisper uncertainly, reaching out to comfort the crying boy. I feel him accept my embrace eagerly. "I woke up…and y-you were gone… and Ed…I…couldn't stop him!" He cries, "I…tried, I really did…but…" Al pauses for a moment before speaking. The next thing I hear brings tears to my eyes. " He told me, while his life drained away, that he was sorry for the mess, but it was the only way for him to live……and right before he d-blacked out, he said…" he swallowed his voice cracking as he finished his brother's final words, "He said look for me in hell…"
TBC
End of chapter one, so please read and review. and I really like this chapter and my beta reader likes it but she doesn't like it at the same time because it made her cry so yeah. So review or I'll find out that you didn't and hunt you down.
