A Queens Sorrow

Chapter 7: The Fallout

The tears were falling like a summer thunderstorm...

And I honestly didn't want them to stop... I stood to my feet. The shackles of displeasure corroding my mindset once more. My footsteps heavy as if I walked with the heaviest set of armor.

His blade still swinging back and forth as I traversed the steps of the hearthstone. Night had just fallen and I was too emotionally weary to continue the path I was on currently. I walked into hearthstone manor, the rainbow stricken lights pattered around like colored fireflies trapped in small lanterns. I masked my face as if to hide my shame and saddened demeanor. It would've been truly spectacular if my depression wasn't holding me down like I was locked in a vice grip in my parents torture room.

Approaching the front desk, my cloaks hood already covering my face, soaked from the rain and my tears...the clerk, simply asked "Are you okay?" I nodded lying to his dark haired covered face. His right hand reached out holding the room key, the long metallic door opener firmly confined between his black nailed finger tips. I took it, trying my best not to grab it, the sounds of sobs echoing through the manors empty corridors, I followed the door numbers until I reached mine, pursed they key in my grasp before quickly unlocking my room and collapsing on the floor behind the wooden door, the numbers 412 slightly falling off the nails it made to stand on. Laying down now on the bed, the tears still flowing ever so slightly. I didn't bother with the television or the books I held in my bag, just turned off the lamp that sat beside me on a glass nightstand...

Slowly letting my sadnesses envelop me.