Martyr | Ray

Chronicle 1

A girl cowered besides an empty bed, her small figure staying still as she stared into the darkness. Her legs were hugged to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

She lifted her head upon hearing her friend's voice and stared at him with blank eyes.

Norman's small figure stood by the bed, looking down her before he quietly rushed over to her. The albino boy kneeled in front of her, but she stayed motionless on the floor.

"Y/n?" He called for her but was taken back at the sight of tears building up in her eyes, her lips shivered as she looked at him.

What could he say to comfort her?

Without saying a word, he sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as she trembled underneath his touch.

He patted her head as he glanced a her, silence between them as he tried to calm to down the girl gently as if she would break any second.

Her hair hid her face, but the moonlight that shined on them from the window made it clear that quiet tears where running down her cheeks.

Norman sighed, he truly didn't know what to say to the girl who was weeping beside him. Sure he had seen many of his siblings leave the house but it seemed like this case was different with Y/n.

The one who left was someone who she was close with, boy with burgundy hair and blue eyes, he had turned 12 just today and it was his final day at the house.

"You're going to see him again, I'm sure of it. Once you leave, you can go looking for your brother with him!" He tried to cheer up the girl who looked up at him, tears still her eyes and she stared at him.

".....that's not true, that's not true at all..."

'after all, they're dead'

She thought bitterly as she watched Norman's attempts to cheer her up but she just laid her head on his shoulder without a saying a word. Closing her eyes, she tried to numb the pain in her chest....but it never really went away, no matter how much she pushed them down.

Maybe that's why she turned out to be the type of person she is in present time. Who knows?

Pulling a small box from beside her, she held it up in the palm of her hand as she stared at it, Norman doing the same. He placed a hand on hers as he gripped it softly but she just stared at their hands without saying anything.