It All Comes Crashing Down

Beauty Isn't Meant To Last

There are places in this world. Places you can only dream of because they are either out of reach, are no longer around or never existed in the first place. These places are sacred like a scene in a movie that the special effects team have worked so hard to make. Where they have got it all perfect down to the pot of flowers sitting on the windowsill, fresh drops of dew glistening off its green leaves and purple petals. Not that I have seen any movies of late. Sometimes these places only exist in books you've read like wonderland with talking caterpillars and portals, concealed in mirrors. Like Narnia with its snow speckled landscape in winter and in summer it's lush green hill's bursting with flowers where you need only push away a few coats before you can escape. These places also exist in your dreams, a lonely cottage on a silent night, the hearth burning brightly and your dog, curled up at your feet. Or you, soaring through the sky, hands feeling the delicate soft power that is clouds as you glide through baby blue sky, gull's flapping in rhythm with your beating heart. Or the feeling of warm sheets wrapped around you like a cocoon, embracing you in their warmth, protecting you from the evil and coldness, if only for a while. The last time I felt vaguely like I was in one of these places was four years ago. Wrapped in my mothers embrace, she holding on to me so tightly I couldn't breathe. I didn't care though. She was still there, father had gone off not moments ago but I knew he was dead. I was right. Wrapped in my mothers embrace I could hear blades clashing the scraping sound of metal on metal, my fathers cry as he tried to protect us. Tried to protect me. He died trying, as did everyone else. My mother tried to block out the sounds of my fathers cry's by placing her hands to my ears but it was no use. It wouldn't of mattered anyway, I knew he was dead. When we could hear no more cry's from my father and no more jeers from his opponent, we curled up of the floor, my mother still holding me tight to her while we walked into what was then, the hallway in my home. We had a grand house considering the neighbourhood we lived in, two stories and a pool in the back. The house had white washed wall's all around except in the bathrooms where there was grey tiles. Modern but not fancy. The hallway was no different, white washed walls with white furniture, a white chair there, a white chest of drawers there, the carpet was white as well, furry too, me and my dog Soldier would lay on it, the windows allowing light to shine through warming my face and Soldiers creamy coloured fur. He's gone now. Like my parents. This was the last time I ever walked into that hallway. I saw blood splattered on the walls, on the rug, on the floor. The chair was on its side one leg pulled out. The leg was, as I found out as I looked around the room for it, embedded in my fathers thigh. I looked at my father, a strong kindly man. The only boy I had had contact with over my ten years of life. I went to an all girls school back then, my parents where strict about this and didn't want me to hang about with boys and get knocked up. They didn't know I was gay though so sending me to a girls school might not have been the best decision on there part. To bad they will never find out now. I looked at my fathers face, bruised and bloody, there was little pieces of glass embedded into his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, most likely from the picture frames that where plastered on the walls but which then where scattered across the floor, there pictures torn and destroyed. Worst of all though, was his eyes, where his eyeballs should have been where just empty sockets. I looked around the room trying to find his eyes which where so lively and bright when he was alive but which where now, lost. They had probably taken them, I don't know where though. I looked up at my mother trying to gauge her expression but it was blatantly obvious that she was reeling in shock and was horrified by the sight infront of her. Her once beautiful husband had been hacked to shreds by these monsters. That's when I saw it, the blade that was sticking out of her throat, stabbed from behind her. She was going to die as well. Just as this though struck me she fell to the ground landing with a loud thud on the disgraced rug. Her grip was still strong on my arm and I felt the momentum pull me down to the ground beside her. I was lucky in that instance that I had decided to wear lots of coats today or else there would be no hope for me either, I had landed on a pile of glass. I rolled over as my arm was starting to hurt and, grabbing my wrist by my non engaged hand, i ripped it from my mothers grasp. I moved to my knees, this time the coats doing nothing to protect me and the glass splintered through my pants then skin. I didn't care though, I may as well die here with my parents, no one else would take me in and even if they did then they would just be killed and I would be alone again, if I ran then those little lessons in school of how to cook with a stove, pre prepared ingredients and a timer would be as helpful as if someone handed me a bowl of water and asked me to boil it without any matches or a kettle. So I manoeuvred around until I was facing the glass pile, grabbing the biggest piece and sharpest piece I could find I turned back around and lay on my back again. I held the glass on my throat and was about to make a cut, a deep one, one that would kill me. I could be with my parents again when a hand grabbed the glass and swept me up off my feet. I was momentarily startled and shocked that they had stuck around and was standing there like a stunned goldfish giving them plenty of time to e next a green liquid into my arm and before I even realised what had happened I was falling fast, into the arms of my captor. Into sleep. In my dreamy state I was almost certain that the person didn't catch me and that i fell to the ground, joining my parents. Maybe the person had never picked me up at all. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe I was a hallucination. Nothing made sense anymore, then I fell in to darkness.

Hi guys, so um how'd you like it, I'm open to suggestions if you want to give me any although I've already written a little other bit so I might not use it, sorry. Thanks for reading and have a good day/night bye :)