I'm really, really sorry I haven't written in a while. My computer got rewritten, so I lost ALL of my fanfiction. I've also been through a huge period of time working on original fiction, as well as writer's block. Well, here's a flashback that I've been thinking of entering for quite a while now.
Chapter Five
The storm had reached its peak now. It was eleven o'clock in the morning, but the storm clouds covered everything and made it look like it was midnight. A teenage girl dressed in black played a flute by a pair of small tombstones. The last notes she played hovered hauntingly in the air for a few minutes. The girl's tears fell onto her silver flute and slid off as silently as they had come.
She slowly dragged herself to the small brick house near the miniature graveyard. As soon as she entered her home, she sank to her knees and wept for what seemed like an eternity. The small orange cat that she owned rubbed against her legs lovingly. Still crying, the mourning girl patted its head slowly.
"Moonstone, don't try to comfort me right now. I have to pack," she said quietly. She walked into her room and took off her black clothes, revealing a strange tattoo just above her breasts. It depicted two black snakes trying to bite each other's tails. The girl touched it briefly and dressed in a crimson shirt and a very, very large crimson skirt.
Her dark brown hair fell elegantly to her waist. She grabbed a brown leather suitcase from her closet, opened it, filled it with similar red clothes, and snapped it shut. She pulled out another suitcase and filled it with an assortment of sealed test tubes and beakers, all filled with a wide array of chemicals. She carefully snapped this suitcase shut as well. The orange cat curled itself around the girl's feet.
She bent down to pet it. "I'm sorry, Moonstone. But I really have to go." Moonstone mewed pitifully. "I can't take you this time.
"I don't want to lose you, too." Moonstone mewed again. The girl started to cry. "Goodbye Moonstone…" she sobbed. She disregarded the red umbrella leaning in the corner by the door and walked out of the house, not looking back.
She didn't even shut the house's front door. There was nothing more valuable than memories there anyway, so what did it matter?