Chapter One
Fragment
He was on his stomach, face down onto the floorboards as he regained consciousness. Eyes blurred with his throbbing head and pounding heart, he registered the small footsteps of retreating figures. The slight twitching from his fingers that curled and uncurled had a wave of reality washed over him. Fists clenched and head buried into the wood, his body trembled, radiating anger within him as he recalled the last words that were spoken.
"Let this be a warning to all."
The blizzard outside reflected off his rage as curtains fluttered in the heavy storm. The darkness did little to settle his racing mind as memories flashed through his head in fast forward scenes. It only made his anger swelled up into an unpleasant scowl. He tried to move, but every muscle in his body refused to obey. Ripped apart fabric and ugly red lines of gashes covered his body, simple scratches torn through his clothes and blood pooled underneath him.
But he kept his eyes fixed on the roses that sprayed across the floor, like the splattered of a paintball. He wondered who's life was it that had everything disappeared in just a second of joy. Of your life exploding over white sheets with your fingers as your paintbrush and your blood as your paint. Of his world ending.
Tears of my blood that wallow in hollowness
He picked himself up slowly onto his elbows. It took every ounce of effort to remain steady without wobbling on his kness. He dragged himself over broken splinters of wood, jagged glasses and gone cold blood, wincing a couple of times as sharp edges dug into his flesh, more blood painting a trail that he left behind to persue his destination.
As I make my way for you
I see a wall in front of me
Crossing all the way to the other end of the room had left him breathless and aching in so many places that he could barely keep it together. The scent of copper had been blown away. Now it was all wasted food and his own sweating form. He propped himself up, leaning heavily onto the wall, the screaming agony of his limbs seemed too far away to be concerned. The cold air bit into his cheeks and ears. Finally his hands began to tremble and shake. The void that was left to rot opened up a gash in his heart that could never be healed.
He reached and grasped the cold hands of his family's. No pulse.
You whisper to me quietly
And I whisper back
A small smile broke out from his numbed lips, crimson tears streaming down his cheeks in long trails of rivers. His mouth moved.
"Promise."
Author's notes: Short prologue on the first chapter to give you guys a small glimpse. My first ever fiction story that I decided to post. Hooray! Call me Luna. Anyway, reviews are appreciated. I accept criticisms, onslaughts and advices. Hope my grammar is spot on, but unless not *shrugs*, not everyone is perfect anyway. Give your opinions in the reviews.