Blood spirted from his lips, a fountain reaching so high it touched heaven first to warn the angels of his arrival. Thorny vines grew from the dove white carpet, now a blanket of fresh snow. They grew, and grew, and grew until they entangled themselves around poor Kersyti. Her wrists, her ankles, her mouth, growing past her lips and down through her crumpled esophagus. The screams bubbled in her stomach but couldn't reach past the dam her throat had made. Rain poured from the ceiling, flooding the room. The snow washed away, leaving only the faintest scent of winter. The floor was gone, a black hole that sucked everything into it; her body fell, still tied to the vines, each prickprick of the thorns reaching through her skin and coming out the other side. Replaying his death. Over. Over. Over.
Black roses sprouted from his chest. Baime's chest. Baime's unmoving, dead chest. The grew a foot, then died, their once beautiful petals falling off one, by one… by one, each drifting backforthbackforth to its own rhythm, its own beat. No. It's own heartbeat. And then the beating would stop, and another rose would grow from its petal. Each flower died to produce twelve more roses.
GrowWiltDriftAgainGrowWiltDriftAgainOverOverOverOver…
Until finally it stopped, a field of black roses covering his body, head to toe, exempting one spot.
His heart.
She couldn't breath.
Hey guys.
This was a teaser from my short story Don't Leave Me. This is my contest story. It is already completed and posted on the site and if you are interested in taking a look and vote for me, copy and paste this link into your search bar: stories/56198 - this is for the story, and if youre in for a bit of a search, you can go to this link - fandom3?sort=latest and just scroll down a bit until you see my story. Click on the heart next to the story to vote. The story is Harry Potter based.
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Much love
-B