Death Of One Already Lost

Hi again thanks for the lovely reviews! You lot really thought the last chapter was ok? You people are tooooooo much! Absolutely nothing to share with you this time (which you are probably thankful for!) except…SCHOOL HOLIDAYS STARTED TODAY!

IMPORTANT! WHEN READING THIS ITS RECOMMENDED YOU LISTEN TO

EVANESCENCE "My Immortal"

It's really good if you want a good cry! Well at least it's making me cry! I'm writing this while listening to it and it really makes me think. I'd better stop before I electrocute myself!

Disclaimer: not even sure this story belongs to me now! Hoping it does but not sure. Update…when I can be bothered!

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"…Who was he? You know. Deep within your heart you know. You will find the answer should you look to seek it. We will start at his beginning. Born. Nowhere special. Not a rich family. Not a poor family. A normal family with normal every day problems. He was unexpected. Not unloved. Just unexpected. His home was unusual. A simple cottage. What was so unusual about that? Nothing. Except it was the only one of its kind that hadn't been burnt down.

For five uneventful years he grew up. Happy. Loved. Unharmed by anything the world had to offer. Five years. He grew to be a respectful and friendly individual. He was extremely clever. Not only in his studies but also in simple things. Hide and seek was his speciality. Always able to find the others. Of course the others were his brother and sister. However they do not take up much of the tale. After all. He had no contact with them once his fifth birthday was drawn to a close.

It happened in the middle of the night. He finished his supper and was on the stairs up to bed. Upon reaching his room all that could be heard were screams from women and yells from men. He did not know who had attacked his home in the middle of the night. And he never did. He never knew the reason why he lost his parents that night. He never knew the reason why he was kept from his family. All he knew was that he had to obey or face tremendous trials.

Two more years passed and his seventh birthday rushed by. He stayed, tortured, beaten. Hardly a day went by without any relief. He was marched out of his small iron cage every day. To call it a cage is upgrading it. It was lower than a cage. More humiliating. Pigs, chickens, even the smallest creatures like rats had better homes! He was cramped into a small space every day. No wider than your arm. No longer than your leg. No higher than your knee. A cell is a luxury.

But I am not here to describe his accommodation. I am here to describe his life. Everyday he was taken out of this place. Forced to serve these people he had never met before. Beaten for the slightest mistake. This however, was only the start of his trials. They may have beaten his honour, pride and body. But his soul was still in one piece. He could still live with what little comfort he had left. His one dignity was to teach himself not to tremble. Not to give these people the satisfaction of knowing they had caused him agony.

The week after his seventh birthday. It seemed to be a haven. Alas, it was not to be for long. A rich man appeared to the house in which he served. This man continually watched him. For a reason he did not understand until much later. He was being helped. It was unusual. It brought him more fear than any beating. He was placed to serve the newcomer. If he spilt a drop of herbal tea on the silver platter on which he brought it, he was not beaten as which he expected. He was thanked for the drink and given a cloth to clean the platter before returning to the kitchens. This scared him. I ask you now. How can one who will help be feared? It saddens me to think this.

I will not continue with my tale yet. You now know of how his body was beaten. How he feared no pain. How he feared kindness. You know of his first seven years. You may think of him as a hardened obeying creature. Who would do anything asked of him without so much as a protest?

No! Do not! He was still a young boy. Seven years old. His mother. She was gone. No loving touch every night. No kind words. No song. No story. No hug. No kisses. Everything a child needs to keep them innocent that a mother could provide. He was alone. Every night he lay in his 'cell' and every night he cried once he knew they were asleep. Drunk. He cried for the mother he missed. He cried for the father who would teach him about life. The one he could understand. The one he could talk to about anything. The one who had many stories that were of wonder. The one who would wipe away his tears and tell him to be strong while crying at the same time.

His sister. His beloved sister. Who had taught him so much about the world. Given him a friendly word if he was sad. Would laugh at anything. Who had the sun in her eyes and the rainbow in her heart. Would always stop whatever she was doing, put it away and play with him. His brother. His dear brother, the one who always argued with him. Would teach him how to fight. Would help him through school. Would be his best friend through anything and everything.

He wished he knew why they were taken from him. Why his father and mother were taken in life. Why he was separated from his sister. Why his brother had been taken to another world. Why he was left on his own. There was nothing left for him to live for except to have the hope that he would one day be reunited with his siblings.

I pause in my tale so I can tell you. After he fell…his sister and brother were found dead. His mother and father. Alive. And searching for him. They knew their oldest son and their daughter were dead and had the slim hope that they could find him. I had the unfortunate business in which to tell them. It was one of the…worst…and saddest parts of my life. I had to tell them their last child had fallen from grace into the unforgiving oceans…I finish for today. Think about what I have told you. I have taken you roughly through the first seven years of his life. I will not take you in depth. Not yet. Think carefully. The rest will soon be revealed…"

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Ok be honest. That sucked! Tell me honest and truthful! I can accept flames. FLAME ME TO THE BITTER END!

I know exactly what you're thinking. KAI! Well maybe it isn't maybe it is. Oh what the heck. If I tell you there's still plenty of chances left! IT IS NOT KAI

N-O-T K-A-I!

To boothy

Thanks for the review. Yes I wrote it myself! Thanks for thinking its amazing!

To FoxWolfDemon

Thanks for your review. I think you're making too big a fuss though! It's not THAT good! And I guess I kinda know what you mean. Teachers should learn that because you write depressing stuff you aren't definitely a depressed or suicidal person! Thanks for supporting my view though

To x0xAngelx0x

Thanks for the review. I'm glad you like it. Thanks for not thinking it sucks. I'll let you be the judge of this chapter 0 remember. I can and will accept flames so don't spare my feelings!

To fallen phoenix of darkness

I can't believe you like it so much you reviewed a second time! I'm touched! You sure you're not disappointed? Thanks so much. I love it when people always review. Don't forget you can comment on any and everything. Also any story ideas would be fab! I have the basic stuff but not much.

To baby sweet

Thank you too! As I said above I love it when people can be bothered to review more than once! What sort of reasons anyway lol good or bad! I know exactly what you mean. I guess he is a sort of hippy. Especially with the Yin Yang bandanna!

Thanks Everyone! Will Update ASAP! (As long as I get reviews!) Remember to be honest! I can and probably will be flamed. Lets say I need a tan! Thanks again! Until next time! (Do I sound like the Jazz Man?)