~Prologue~
"You're not going to make it" the female voice hisses in my ear.
Like hell I won't. The thought passes through my mind, along with the thought, I won't make it where?
"Moron, such a useless being, I just should have left you for dead" says another voice.
"Bitch, please" I say aloud to the voice. Left me for dead? Where the hell am I?
"Talking to yourself now? Am I really that boring? Because I can give you a time that you will never forget". The masculine voice is British, belonging to a tall, slim man standing in front of me. He has black hair… black, black as the night sky.
"I will kill you if I have to". My voice lies, knowing deep inside me, I could never hurt him.
And he knows it
"Liar". He grins evilly as he comes at me, but his quick reflexes are no match for mine. I dodge this easily, reaching out an arm to hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out temporarily before running off to find them.
Find who? You know who. Do I ? Hurry they are going to die!
Why risk your life for suck pathetic forsaken? Come with us!
No?. Oh, no? I don't know…
Then come with us!
The voices in my head run into each other, not making any sense, but I ignore all of them, even the ones I suspect to be my own. But it doesn't matter anyways. I have already lost everything of me.
Haven't I?
Have you?
It doesn't matter. None of it matters but getting to them, which I do successfully by running through the door… the brunette screams beside me as I run in, yelling out a name which is lost, all of it is lost as I see the scene in front of me.
The red-haired girl lies on the ground, and I can't remember her name, even as the brunette lying in the corner of the room yells it. I forget everything as I watch… I can't remember, what is his name? William? I Remember a pair of yellow-green eyes, now replaced by the black and white eyes of a monster.
But isn't he my friend?...
No, something else entirely. Don't be deceived by their looks, it's not truly them.
But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter as whoever that person or thing is, for it thrusts something toward her chest, about to kill her, take my doll, my darling, away from me. It doesn't matter, or do any good as I reach out my hand towards them, a pressure building in my head, turning the room around me black.
"Of course none of it matters, child" the first voice, the fake feminine voice, says to me. "why should it?"
Because… because…
I don't remember. I can't. Blackness swallows me up, and I surrender to its embrace.
Darkness is my coffin.
