Mortality has always haunted everything since the dawn of existence, it was the only promised thing in a web of possibilities and for humans, it was their greatest fear as well as their greatest limit.
Although for Anastasia, she embraced and antici...
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TW: SUICIDE
For the rest of the day, Anastasia didn't know what to do with herself.
She had scrubbed the floors, made a cup of tea that she forgot about, rearranged her closet and eventually started sorting through the pile of books and papers in her room to clean it.
She picked up the books and placed one each one on top of another as her hands were shaking. She picked up paper after paper with every uneven breath she took.
She barely did anything effective to sort the mess, halfway through the sorting she sat down on the ground and didn't even notice her tears falling down as she kept rearranging the same pile over and over again while forcing her mind to keep thinking and remembering.
To keep remembering the pictures attached to the autopsy report.
To keep remembering their calls she had ignored.
To keep remembering how avoidable it all was.
Anastasia's hands were shaking to the point of being unusable, tear drops starting flowing down and were quickly accompanied by a stream of blood from her nose.
She stopped arranging the book pile, her hands holding onto her strands of hair as she felt the urge to throw up at the blood.
She didn't deserve to have this blood when they didn't have a single drop left...
She felt like it made the world imbalanced for her to be here, alive.
A sob escaped her lips as she saw the blood starting to cover up the floor of the entire room, the blood that should've been at her parent's crime scene, the blood she was in debt to, the blood she owed.
It all broke.
Before she could even think about it, Anastasia got up and grabbed her car keys, disoriented as she closed the front door behind her and went down the staircase as her body instinctively swallowed back the blood that was creeping up her throat.
She drove to the museum with half a mind, not stopping the car even though she was barely able to drive it with her trembling and constant tears.
She arrived at the closed museum and with effort, unlocked the back door and slammed it back as she went in, not even turning on the electricity making the only source of light the strands of sunlight that passed through the couple glass windows around the place.
She didn't even look at the pieces around, she was surrounded by her guilt as she sat down on one of the benches, not even at the sculpture in front of her that was her favorite, a large kneeling Angel carved from marble and elevated onto a wooden platform, illuminated by one of the rays pf sunlight that came through one of the windows.
This wouldn't be the location she would have chosen if she had a choice other than this or her aunt's house, she felt incredibly selfish either ways but she didn't know where else to go.
She watched as blood ran down from her nose, hitting the ground with a small sound that almost echoed between the walls from how silent the place was.
Anastasia raised her wrist from her lap to check her watch, but the glass above the two hands got covered by a drop of blood.
Undoing the clasp of her watch, she took it off and placed it somewhere on the bench as she starred ahead at nothing, not hearing the ticking sound for the first time since all the years she could remember.
Searching through her bag, she picked up something she had promised not to pick up again, but she owed more blood than promises.
The small blade was cold in her palm as her mind tore itself apart from each side. The more subconscious part of her mind felt selfish for even being here but she simply couldn't take it anymore as the guilt has been eating her from the inside out like maggots.
If she focused enough, she could feel them crawling inside her stomach, her head, her veins... She couldn't do this anymore, no matter how selfish this is, she had to do this...
With a shuddering breath, she held the blade tight and without a second thought, she pressed it down into her wrist with a small cry of pain and forced herself to drag it, blood immediately pouring down.
Her hand froze when she heard a loud banging sound and not even a second later, she found herself starring into golden eyes a few feet away from her and the person gets closer to her with a speed her eyes couldn't detect.
She flinched back in surprise when her mind finally registered what was happening, making her let go of the blade from surprise and it dropped on the ground with a ringing sound she didn't even hear. She was still disoriented but then Edward was right in front of her, with his pupils dilated from panic as he says something Anastasia's mind doesn't register, he takes her wrist to look at the damage with nervous and agitated movements making a thought appear in the back of her head.
She never seem him look so... human.
The wound was very deep and blood was overflowing from her wrist down the the floor, Anastasia felt her body grow more and more dizzy but something deep inside felt at peace with the sight of her blood, her real blood, finally get out.
Her gray eyes were fixed on Edward's face and even though she was tripping on the verge of death, all she could do was admire his beauty. His features made it easy to believe that he is just an animated sculpture sent from god's atelier, carved from marble with divine precision...
Clouds cleared away outside making sunlight seep through the glass of the window to fall on Anastasia and Edward. While Edward was still hurriedly wrapping a scrap of fabric around her over bleeding wound, unaware of the sunlight, Anastasia's eyes widened as she noticed his skin.
Where sunlight laid, his skin shined like it was made of a thousand mirror reflecting every dust of light... But, the more Anastasia's gaze stayed frozen, mesmerized by the surreal glow, she started hazily noticing that behind the glow, his skin was almost translucent and revealed underneath what seemed like dark, immobile blood and faintly showed traces of the bones that laid underneath.
Anastasia stumbled backwards in surprise, more blood falling from her wrist even though Edward had wrapped it up because of how deep the wound went. Her back hit the sculpture which, because of Edward running past it with unnatural speed as well as his strength, was already leaning quite significantly off the wooden platform. Edward quickly noticed this as Anastasia stumbled back, instantly pushing her aside from in front of the large sculpture as it fell.
Stumbling down onto the floor from Edward's push, she started getting extremely light headed and hazy, her vision picked up on the large sculpture getting easily placed back on to the wooden platform before her body gave up.
