Chapter One
Stumble
I walk and then I stumble.
I run and then I trip.
I jump and then I tumble.
I leap and then I fall.
I stop and then I collide.
The feel of something cold sliding across my cheek wakes me. I open my eyes, faced with nothing more than shadows and the glow of the moon outside my bedroom window. I lie here for what seems like seconds, but must be hours.
"Why do you do this to me?" I whisper, not surprised when only the wind replies with a soft chuckle. I sit up slowly, and then I stand. The silk sheets slide over my skin and fall to the floor, I close my eyes as dizziness sweeps over me. My legs are shaking and my eyes water. I raise a hand to touch the wound at my throat; blood is still seeping from the two small marks, running down to my collarbone.
I sway toward the mirror; my feet don't seem to want to work properly. When I stand facing my reflection, bile rises up in my throat. The image before me is marred and fractured.
My eyes are large, too large, their pale grey looks dull and lifeless. The dark smudges beneath them give me a hollow, deathly look. My skin is like paper, the veins show through like little blue rivers travelling up my throat and wrists. Dark hair hangs in messy waves down to my waist.
And then the mirrors cracks grow and lengthen. My face distorts, skin turning grey and colourless lips fade a dark black. I stare at my new face; see the hate in my eyes and the sneer that lines every feature. I don't recognise this face, yet it looks so familiar.
Something hot trickles down my fingers and I lift my hand. Ruby red blood is running from a deep cut on my palm. I hold a piece of something sharp, I frown at it; try to remember what it was that I hold onto so dearly. My thoughts are hazy, unfinished, as if I'm missing great chunks of time.
It slips from my nerveless fingers and hits the ground with a small 'shing'. It's a heart, made entirely of clear, crystal glass. But it is broken in two, the edge is crooked and lethal sharp. It looks small and sad on the ground at my feet.
The heart is stained red with my blood.
Depressing thoughts flutter through me like a summer rain, smothering any warmth I have left, drowning me in a sea of despair. I gasp aloud, it seems to hover in the air before my mouth, and then is smothered by the winds jealousy. It wants me to come to it, join it and dance with it. The wind has a mind of its own and it wants me to run from everything I knew into sweet oblivion.
Something swishes by my shoulder and I turn sharply, but I'm not steady enough to take such a quick movement and my legs buckle beneath my weight. I can see the ground rush up to meet me and my hair falls over my face, obscuring everything in a veil of black.
But I never touch the ground, arms as cold as ice wrap around me, holding me tight. I can feel someone at my back, but they never say a word. I'm trapped against an unnameable force.
The wind swirls around me, casting alluring fingers along my skin and whispering words in my ears.
Come and ....play...Joringa ...our sweetheart....dark heart....we feel...your ....pain as if...it is our...own
The wind has such an alluring voice that I can feel my eyes drooping and my hands tugging on the arms that hold me captive.
Lips brush my neck, something harder, sharper, caresses over the tender veins. Pressure builds, I barely feel it, and then it's gone. And so are the arms.
My face hits the ground. Pain causes me to cry out. I can see my hand beside me, red and torn. And then I see the little glass heart. Tears burn my eyes and then I let my lids slide slowly shut.
The dusty darkness is as soft as wings.
I hope this is okay. It's very different from the first chapter, I'm not sure it's a good thing. I think it's because I took such a long break in between this chapter and the last.
So please review and tell me what you think, if I should add, take anything or if you have any ideas for the plot because I'm making it up as I go.
Emily
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