My Immortal

Chapter 2: Holdridge House

“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.” 

― Albert Camus

I was sitting on a lonely winding road. My surroundings were dark, dismal, void. Without light or reason. The moonlight cast rays of diamond like luminance  which sent a shrill of tranquility through my body. The smell of smoke engulfed me and my surroundings, all I could see were the charred remains of a once thriving forest. A forest? Such a thing to see something that I imagined to be once so beautiful, and be burned, all I could think of to describe such an act is; heinous. The echo of a branch breaking alerted my awareness, fervently I looked directly ahead. There stood a cloacked figure, draped with flowing garments black as sin. The figure wore no shoes, what I presumed to be a he has talons for nails. His eyes are the colour of clotted blood. A red so brilliant it frightened me to my inner core. In one swift motion the hooded figure drew out an object, a dagger of some sort? In a whisper as quiet as air and as menacing as death, he said "Hence the Morning Star will fall, we will rise. We are coming"  

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The screaming pleas of my alarm clock woke me up in valorious haste. Slowly I raised my head from my pillow, such a simple motion send tendrils of pain through out my body. It had been four whole days since the incident at Moonstone Park occured. The first few days were hard as I was still what I presumed to be "in shock"  Other than that, each day I had to come to terms with the fact that I watched a girl be butchered to death.

By who? because why? such questions I have pondered many times but have come to no conclusion. The question which was bothering me most was, who was this mysterious Aries Sinclaire figure? my knight in shining armour who had saved me in my hour of most need? A man as mysterious as him name. For four days I had pondered these questions, but I finally decided that today was the day where I would put it all behind me. Life is meant to be lived and not to be lingered on death.

Slowly I sat up, with a heavy groan I forced myself out of bed. I tried to be as fluid as I could but this was not as easy as I hoped.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror that was draped on my door. My right cheek bore a dark shadow, reflexively I went to touch it. I winced in pain, it was still swollen. Slowly my eyes drifted down to my neck which seemed normal enough, my eyes trailed down towards my wrists which were cut and bruised. From the rope I thought to myself.  As I observed myself in the mirror, I noticed that something had changed. Like, I looked the same but, I don't know...the creature that stared back at me looked like me, however my eyes, my eyes that once glistened, were fixed into a hardened yet somewhat cruel stare. What I had seen had done something, some irreparable damage within. This worried me greatly.

I glimpsed at my alarm clock, the digits 7:30 were etched. That meant I had exactly one hour to get ready for school. I dislike many things, but school would have to be on the top of my list. I attend Ramsdale High. It's a large school catering for a lot of miserable, wild teenagers. I hate the fact that I have to associate myself with many people I highly dislike, To be truthful I do enjoy my own company over that of others. 

I really only have two people that I could call my friends. And they are, Samantha "Sammy" and Rubin. Sammy is possibly one of the most mistakenly judged person I have ever met. She is a 5'9 girl with jet black curly hair and violet eyes.

She is what people call a goth. At first glance people tend to sneer and titter, but if any of them even had the decency to get-to-know Sammy they would know what a kindred heart she really has. I remember we first became friends in seventh grade, when Bianca Horvath and I had a huge fight. I don't remember what it was about, but I knew from the first day, Bianca had it in for me. The best way to describe Bianca is; a total psychotic bitch.