" From the ashes or from the grave, I would always come for you Angel, always."
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" My darkest and deepest secret is the only thing that keeps me sane "
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A sweet angelic voice echoed in the dark room surrounding him.
Slowly looking up at the source, his gaze were stuck on a face. Clad in simple frock dress, a little girl barely 10 years old staring deeply at him. His eyes found the unexplainable expressions on her face. Her those almond blue eyes stared at his soul direct from the orbs, with a glint of hope, worry, care..... Or he could not grasp what exactly it was.
But in instant he found himself talking to the girl,
"We will be free, butterfly, don't worry. Ok? Just have some patience"
Her eyes had this instant glow of more hope. Her lips slightly twisted as if confused if it was the right time to smile.
But what he noticed next, was already the most horrible scene he did not want to in his whole life.
Her face was no longer the cute and adorable one. But her forehead was having a dark patch of slowly fading scar, hand prints prominent on her checks with some cloting blood. The corner of her lips were busted as if they were brutally harmed. Her hands and neck area having several scars.
Then he felt himself hugging that little girl as if his life depended on her.
But, he felt so light, as if he was hugging the thin air. The boy noticed the heartclenching sight of the litte girl vanishing in front of him. Just like she is evaporating in the nature.
His hands which were safely holding onto her, were left loose.
She was gone, slipping from his hold slowly. His heart felt as if it stopped beating, his lips slightly parted but no sound was made, his eyes hurt upon being red but no tears were left.
A ear-piercing scream left his throat as if mourning on his closest one's demise.
"Bu... BUTTERFLY ! ......... ROSEeeee......"
Everything went black.
The 16 year old boy fell on his knees helplessly with no expression on his face. But, his hands clenched around the chain beautiful butterfly necklace in his fist.
"Nooooooo"
With a sudden jolt, he woke up. His forehead having sweet beads and his breaths uneven.
Again, once again the same nightmare.
It haunted him, haunting him and he knew very well that will haunt him. Everyday , everywhere and everytime.
It was as if he was bound to this horrible past of him.
Slowly he started having shallow breaths. Noticing the time, he sighed deeply knowing that it was not the first time to wake up at this time. 4:30 am showed the clock on the bedside table.
He left his room heading towards his personal gym without thinking twice. He was still on the same haze of the nightmare.
The only thing that could calm him down was that he was doing. Brutally punching the punching bag as if his last hint of natural sanity had left his mind. Like a robot he ripped out the punching bag with one last punch.
His eyes red, vains popping out, messy morning hair, sweating heavily, he closed his eyes.
The same girl's face appeared infront of his eyes immediately.
With no left energy to fight the daziness, he fisted his head tightly and sat down on floor breathing heavily once again.
"Ahhhh....." He groaned loudly as his head was throbbing with pain.
