Authors note: Please understand now that what I write are not truly happy
stories but that does not mean I'm a depressed person. No, this is just my
style of writing. So don't worry about me. This is basically about Clow
Reads daughter. But how I portray Clow Reed's actions does not mean he
truly acts that way. This is just something I came up with, what if he
wasn't all to pure. What if the cards…oh! Can't say that, that be a major
spoiler for the story!
T.H.R.E.A.D-A Card Captor Sakura Fiction
"You're heart…" "Is here Sakura…don't let anyone swoon you into believing its not…" "Your hearth belongs to you…and only you hold the key…"
-Li
~
::Part I::
The blow knocked her to the ground. What had she done wrong? Her nose started to dribble as she backed away scrambling to get up. He caught her and pulled her in for another blow. The second he hit, the blood appeared, slowly drop by drop. He went in again, this time the blood simmered into his hands.
::Part II::
Pain? Was this pain? She couldn't tell. She couldn't fell. Was she crying? Yes. She was crying. Chocking. Her eyes were uncontrollably foggy. She tried to num the pain. Was it raining?
::Part III::
Stop it! She screamed yet un able to bring the words to her mouth. She mimed it in her brain. There was so much blood. The red liquid forced out of her. She couldn't numb the pain. As it came in red welts, forever scared onto her body. She scream…
To pain. She was past pain. Her soul said nothing, she could hear nothing. Outside she knew she screamed, she begged, but what would it do. He'd wound her to the death bed. Perhaps in death he'd learn to leave her alone, that the fact was she'd done no more than childish foul play and he'd scared her forever, let her feel the consequence of her birth. She done no more to him than childish foul play.
Mother. Mother was gone? No her ghost still lingered in the house wanting something more. She'd learned that ghost are always missing something. She'd wish it was her. She needed death. To embrace it in a less harmful way. She didn't deserve pain, she had no existence on earth.
At last it ended. He stopped, mortified of the damaged he'd created. The sin he would not be able to relieve himself of. He left. Her body sobbing for nurturing. For someone to take her away. For someone to tell her she had a reason for existence. That she was loved. In death she would be loved. She would not be a ghost, forever to wander the dimmed halls in search for a meaning that was not there. She'd die and never have to live the pained life she subsist in now.
::Part IIII::
No mirror could reflect the image blemish in her mind. She felt dirty. Not physically , mentally. The bruises formed purplish pain as she struggled to get up yet she was forced down. A rib had been damaged and her robe was soiled in rusty blood. She aced for something madly. Her chest pained her with every movement. No one could of undergone the beating she'd experienced. No one without devastating consequences. She gave in and laid herself for sleep.
::Part IIIII::
In her dream something begged her fiercely . Something from inside her. But as much as the pleading she would not let go. She clutched her chest madly begging for the pain to stop. Tears were trickling as she cried out in pain…
::Part IIIIII::
"NO MORE!" she screamed. The tears were coming at an unstable pace.
All at once everything halted. If was as if time was grasping its self. Nothing moved. The pain in her chest numbed as she collapsed on the ground. The few remaining tears sliding down her cheeks. What little she saw…the white light falling from her chest. The crystal key skidded across the floor…
She died…
Authors Note: This has gotta be the fifth write out. And this is how its gonna stay! ::Breaths in deeply:: Hope you'll like the next chapter "Behind broken Bottles" Clow Reads feelings! Well gatto got. Please r/r. I'm hoping for this story to be more the 5 chapters!
T.H.R.E.A.D-A Card Captor Sakura Fiction
"You're heart…" "Is here Sakura…don't let anyone swoon you into believing its not…" "Your hearth belongs to you…and only you hold the key…"
-Li
~
::Part I::
The blow knocked her to the ground. What had she done wrong? Her nose started to dribble as she backed away scrambling to get up. He caught her and pulled her in for another blow. The second he hit, the blood appeared, slowly drop by drop. He went in again, this time the blood simmered into his hands.
::Part II::
Pain? Was this pain? She couldn't tell. She couldn't fell. Was she crying? Yes. She was crying. Chocking. Her eyes were uncontrollably foggy. She tried to num the pain. Was it raining?
::Part III::
Stop it! She screamed yet un able to bring the words to her mouth. She mimed it in her brain. There was so much blood. The red liquid forced out of her. She couldn't numb the pain. As it came in red welts, forever scared onto her body. She scream…
To pain. She was past pain. Her soul said nothing, she could hear nothing. Outside she knew she screamed, she begged, but what would it do. He'd wound her to the death bed. Perhaps in death he'd learn to leave her alone, that the fact was she'd done no more than childish foul play and he'd scared her forever, let her feel the consequence of her birth. She done no more to him than childish foul play.
Mother. Mother was gone? No her ghost still lingered in the house wanting something more. She'd learned that ghost are always missing something. She'd wish it was her. She needed death. To embrace it in a less harmful way. She didn't deserve pain, she had no existence on earth.
At last it ended. He stopped, mortified of the damaged he'd created. The sin he would not be able to relieve himself of. He left. Her body sobbing for nurturing. For someone to take her away. For someone to tell her she had a reason for existence. That she was loved. In death she would be loved. She would not be a ghost, forever to wander the dimmed halls in search for a meaning that was not there. She'd die and never have to live the pained life she subsist in now.
::Part IIII::
No mirror could reflect the image blemish in her mind. She felt dirty. Not physically , mentally. The bruises formed purplish pain as she struggled to get up yet she was forced down. A rib had been damaged and her robe was soiled in rusty blood. She aced for something madly. Her chest pained her with every movement. No one could of undergone the beating she'd experienced. No one without devastating consequences. She gave in and laid herself for sleep.
::Part IIIII::
In her dream something begged her fiercely . Something from inside her. But as much as the pleading she would not let go. She clutched her chest madly begging for the pain to stop. Tears were trickling as she cried out in pain…
::Part IIIIII::
"NO MORE!" she screamed. The tears were coming at an unstable pace.
All at once everything halted. If was as if time was grasping its self. Nothing moved. The pain in her chest numbed as she collapsed on the ground. The few remaining tears sliding down her cheeks. What little she saw…the white light falling from her chest. The crystal key skidded across the floor…
She died…
Authors Note: This has gotta be the fifth write out. And this is how its gonna stay! ::Breaths in deeply:: Hope you'll like the next chapter "Behind broken Bottles" Clow Reads feelings! Well gatto got. Please r/r. I'm hoping for this story to be more the 5 chapters!