Desolate and forgotten. Lost and found. Loved, then destroyed. Yuki Tora faces dangers she and her two friends only dreamt of, but after finding where her former boyfriends loyalties lie, how can she survive the fall?
Chapter One: Bloody Mirror
I stared blankly ahead, acting as though the soft blue swirls on my wallpaper were mesmerizing. I heard my phone ring distantly. My soul was detached from my body. I saw everything in slow motion. My tall and lanky earthly body shook slightly, a twitch, wanting my soul back. I felt no pain, no hot tears begging to stream down my face. Looking at the empty shell that formerly was my body, I leaned down, looking at the hair I had just dyed red. My empty, glassy green eyes and my tear-streaked face, the ones I had never seen as beautiful. And yet, that is what he had called me. Beautiful. The word that every girl in the world loved to hear, all except me, because I never saw it as true. My face was heart-shaped, which I guess was okay, but had always thought that my nose was too long, or my cheeks were too puffy, like a child's.
I remember the feeling of the cold, sharp knife splitting the skin, piercing my stomach, there was pain. So much pain, I knew I would die. It wasn't as though many would miss me, sure my best friend Tsuki, and maybe Hitomi. My mother wouldn't. After all, earlier that year she told me life would be better off with me dead. Maybe my first love, Ai would care a bit, probably not much though. And my first kiss, Leo, maybe he'd care, but he was still in the relationship with the girl who controls him, the relationship he never told me about. But him, the one I swore I loved, more than my life. More than my entire being on this hate-filled world. He wouldn't care. He'd move on, forget about me, never remembering, or looking back upon that bond I had believed we shared.
Closing my eyes, I wished I could see him, just one last look. When I opened my eyes, there he was. Sitting on his bed, head in hands. I noticed I was in a mirror, in his same position, on my fancy white blouse, I could see the residue of red. The blood from my earthly wound, transferring onto my ghostly body, to show him the suffering I just endured. My eyes clouded, looking blankly ahead, replaying the scene of my death in front of him. Looking up, I saw his dark brown eyes, which I had loved so much, widen in shock at my deadened expression. My small kitchen knife, going through the muscles in my stomach, and he saw the blood, a single small red droplet slid down the mirror, a show to tell him, I was no longer there. I watched him get up, to try and grab my soul, it was too late, his hand collided with the mirror, and it shattered, however, one piece still held a part of that scene, my eyes, he would watch that one piece, wishing to see me alive, just for one more time. Watching the tears slide silently down my cheeks. The rest of the mirror was covered in blood, a mix of mine and his.
I then saw Tsuki, listening to music on her iPod, dancing along with Toy-Box. She looked up, and saw me sitting on her bed, as she shrieked, picked up the phone, and dialed my cell phone. Obviously, I would not pick up. Finally, I was standing in front of Hitomi. Her golden eyes were staring pointedly at her music as she attempted to master a fifth instrument, the trombone. Glancing up, she saw me, saw the blood on my clothes, and screamed, her brother John ran in, and saw me for the briefest of moments, while I nodded, and disappeared, disappearing into dark, eternal bliss.
The blackness engulfed me, was I in hell? Or the in-between? What was happening to me?
"You are in neither. Your body lives, but has been transformed. As a living creature, you never knew true beauty, and therefore, must learn what it feels like to have people run from the sight of you. Hate you, and prove what a good life you had in the real world."
"Uh-huh. Do I know you? Who is this?" I glance around, no one was there.
"I am Umi. Demon, creator of life and death. And of punishment." The voice said.
I could feel a sharp, burning sensation, thin streaks of scars ran up my cheeks, I screamed in agony as they were held together by stitches. The whites of my eyes turned black as midnight, and the iris was a pale grey with a shiny black slitted pupil. More scars criss-crossed over my body, as I fell to the ground. Then I felt nothing. The rushing of a stream was loud and clear, and I looked up to see a pale blue sky. Birds chirped down at me. I heard two men walking towards me. One arguing loudly, swearing and praising a God named Jashin. The other was debating how Jashin was non-existent, and that money was the only thing that mattered. I hid swiftly behind a tree, as I had taught myself years ago. Peeking around the corner, I saw a pale-skinned albino man, holding a scythe, and the other with stitches on his wrists.
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