Me And My Flames (on hold)

Chapter Seven: Agony

Dear Diary,
Did I make the wrong decision ? Have I doomed myself for an eternity? Am I to finally fall into death? If so, will my soul go up or down? Will I at last atone for my sins? These were the questions going through my head as I slumbered. My sleep was wrecked with nightmares. There was one I kept having over and over. It twas' midnight and a full moon. I was in a Rose garden filled with thorns. The thorns were overgrown onto the sides if the path. I was wearing a pure white dress, and , twas' barefoot. I would walk along the path, almost in a dancing sort of way, and then stop in front of a big ancient oak tree. It twas' stripped bare of it's leaves and I could see the bright full moon through its bare, long, branches. I would stare up at the moon and wind would whip my long black tresses around me. Then I would arch my back in pain as jet black angelic wings were released from my skin. They were bloody and battered from the effort of escaping the confines of my back. Then I would always start to shed tears of crimson blood, staining my face and dress as I extended my wings and flew into the darkness.

Shall the darkness give me wings? Shall I fall into a deep slumber as my wings slowly grow, living in indescribable agony?

- Scarlet Rose

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I at last awoke in a glass coffin in an unknown place. I looked around me. I could see a shaft of light shed upon my coffin from above, but everything else was darkness. The shaft of light gave me enough light to see that I was wearing a long white dress, and my dark hair twas' arranged upon my shoulders perfectly. My hands went to my head and I was wearing the queen's crown. As my hands moved, they unclasped a black Rose. I felt behind me and... wings? I screamed and screamed until at last someone came and lifted the top of my glass coffin. It twas' a knight in silver shining armor with my crest upon it's metal. " Who are you? Where am I?" I asked confused. " I am a knight of thorns and roses. I am the last of the protectors of your tomb." He said in a deep voice. He was an old man with salt and pepper hair and a beard. He had old sad blue eyes, and pale skin. " But I'm not dead. I never was. " I said. " Ah yes but you have fallen into a deep sleep I'm afraid, and you have slumbered for exactly 100 years. " He responded with a sad smile. " But Damian..." I cried out. " I know child, I know. " The knight said as I cried and cried." He's gone. As is everyone you have ever known except for the three vampires you met. " He said softly. " No." I whispered softly.

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Dear Diary,
Have I truly slept for a hundred years? Although I see the yellowed pages of my diary, and see the prove set out before me, I haven't aged a day. I can't bring myself to believe that, that's he's truly gone..... forever.

I feel my dark wings upon my back, yet it douseth matter to me. For my only love is gone, as I once more shed my tears of blood.

- Scarlet Rose

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