Hands Stained Red

by FreeHugs0009

"Because you live because you grew close to them they died. You killed them your hands are stained red with blood, with your sin of living. Someone like you should have never came to be."

1. Prologue

Prologue

It was a bright crisp night there was not a cloud in sight. The moon was big, bigger then it has ever looked in my life time maybe because I never climbed so high before...it seems like I could just reach up on my tip toes and poke it. The sound of a traditional renaissance fair floated through the air.

I pulled out my phone and taped the screen making it come to life with a bright light. It was almost 12:00 and my so called parents will be home soon. I pushed the sleep button on the side of my phone and slipped it back in to the pouch of my hooded sweatshirt.

"They won't care if I'm there or not. Sure I would get an ear full when I get home. But they don't care they have never cared if they did they would have called 911 when I dint come home for 4 days." I mumbled to the stars. I stood up in one swift movement and walked over to the edge of the building where I laid.

This town hasn't changed at all it looked exactly the same way it did during renaissance the same buildings but touched up a little due to time and had electricity and pluming of any other town would have but from the outside it looked the same. It was such a boring town.