Hello everyone, I'm back. I took a long break from writing to study for my A-levels and I'm finally at university, and I have my creativity back. As always I welcome reviews and critics wherever possible as I'm looking for a beta reader to check my work.
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Chapter 1
I need to stop soon, I guess walking for days on will do that to you. I grab my satchel from my shoulder, filled with little belongings I have and place it on the ground. I take out my last bit of my water and take a sip while taking in my surroundings. It really was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and I could see all the stars glisten and the moon reflecting off the the water like a torch. I pull my legs up closer to me, my skirt ruffling as I move. I let out a sigh and look down at the water. It looks so clear and deep. I could see my reflection and my own sad eyes staring back. I can hear the wind blow through the leaves and all forms of nature and i am taken back as it blows my hair towards my face. I raise my hand and brush the strands away. I was always the weird one at home, with black and green hair, and matching eyes. Tears form in them as I think of my past and my throat aches from the sobs. Here, I decided. It's beautiful and no one will find me here in the wilderness. I passed by a Cemetery but it looks old and withered so I suspect no one lives nearby. I take off my jacket, revealing my black cropped top. I wouldn't be needed it anymore. I look down on my arm with sadness. Scars after scars filled them. Some old and some new. Tears filled my eyes once more and I began to think of my past life. At least it'll all be over soon and relieve fills me. I just can't keep moving on. What do I have to live for. I can join mother now. My 'father' would be happy I was gone and not his problem anymore, not that he ever cared. I looked through my satchel once more and take out two objects. My book and my knife. I flip through my book and sketch up on sketch greets me. Most of my mother.
"I'll see you soon Mum, I'm sorry I was such a disappointment."
I placed it down gently and replace it with my knife. The silver dagger glistens and my eyes are cloudy once more, I slowly get up. The wind blows through my hair once more and I take a final breath of the clean, sharp air. I shiver in the cold and look down. I take the knife and slice it up on my wrist. The pain almost brought me to my knees but I stood my ground. Blood drips from the self-inflicted wounds and I dropped my dagger. A metallic scent fills the air. But despite all that, I feel free. No more memories, no more isolation.
I take a step forward into the lake. The freezing water hits my legs and I can feel my heavy boots bring me down. My mind begins to feel cloudy and so I take another step forward, submerging my whole body into the water. I can see my blood mix of the water, and I begin to feel numb. I float for a few seconds just looking at the stars and the moon. And once again my eyes start to get cloudy though this time, I think from blood loss. This is it for me. And I couldn't be happier. I can feel myself getting more and more tired. My eye starts to shut, and I can feel my heart slow down. Before they fully shut though i see something in the sky. Huh, looks like someone's flying. My head must be playing tricks. No one can fly. I can finally feel myself slip underwater, having no energy to keep me a flow anymore. My eyes shut and I breathe my last breath of air before I finally go under. I don't feel anything as the water surrounds me and I begin to sink and I feel free...
Wait. I hear something. I tried to open my eyes a little, but they feel like lead. Someone's pulling me up? It's too late though I think, as i can feel the water fills my lungs and I drift into deaths arms.