Princess of Death Series- Book one [NO LONGER UPLOADING.]

Princess of Death Series- Book one

Welcome to the black parade- Princess of Death

Chapter one- The End

I threw the black dress in with the lot and slammed the washing machine door, staring at it.  I sat down onto the chair and sighed, I was tired and alone once again and I was 15. I had escaped the hospital  where my father lay ill with Cancer while I was fit and well with no sign’s of it. He was in quarantine meaning it was contagious if you can get that sort of cancer, which I thought You couldn’t. They said it was a new type of Cancer virus, but I knew better than that. My mother on the other hand was some where in New Orleans with her new Husband. The last time was saw her was 10 Year’s ago, when my father took me into the city. As the band marched past, singing there weird song my father asked me something, which I don’t remember since something tragic happened which I had to go into the hospital for.

I pressed the start button on the washing machine and it started to work for the first time this week with out me kicking it. There was dents in the machine from the past few months of where I had kicked it. I turned around and looked at the giant mirror which sat on the other side of the room. I keep forgetting to move it back up stairs. I glared at the ugly reflection, I didn’t like what I saw. My skin was paler than normal, my eyes sunken in from the lack of food I had been eating, my hair looked a right mess on top of my head and I felt sick.

“Better move you” I said, walking over and picking it up and climbing the flight of stairs when I heard a window smash. I froze and looked over my shoulder. There was no other sound. I looked back up and saw an ugly face look back- and it wasn’t my reflection. I screamed, dropping the mirror and tumbling down the stairs. I landed with a thud and opened my eyes in pain. A man stood at the top of the stairs, Mirror in hand from which he caught it. He grinned a horrid grin and dropped the mirror. I rolled across the floor, the mirror missing me but a huge shard of glass shot across towards me, sinking deep in my arm. I winced and scrambled to my feet, and bolted towards the door. I swung it open and ran out into the dark streets of Mexico. I wasn’t Mexican my self, we moved here a few years after my mother left us. I

I pounded down the street’s turning a corner. I didn’t know where I was going, or what I was running from, all I knew was that I had to keep going. Suddenly I fell to the ground with a loud meaty thud.

“Going somewhere?” I voice startled me. I opened my eyes to see the man who was in my house not only moments ago. I stared up at him, mouth open wide- no words coming out. “I have a deal. I can get Your Daddy back on his feet in return for crown.”

“Crown?” I whispered “I don’t know what You talking about.” He looked at me

“No, You wouldn’t would You…” He picked me off the ground my the collar and I hung off the ground, hands clasped around his fists.

“Let go off me!” I screamed and kicked him in the stomach He dropped me to the ground with a loud grunt. His hand slipped into the inside pocket and he pulled out a gun, pointing it at my head. I froze, not breathing and single breath and stared at him. He had a square jaw with 5 o’clock shadow, a pointed nose and square brown eyes. He wore a long grey coat, a small black tie and a grey hat on his head. I would remember his face forever. He loaded the gun and pressed down on the trigger. The bullet hit me, I fell back onto the pavement, feeling the blood run down my body.

“I’m to young to die…” I whispered. Being 15 with no future wasn’t a good way to go at all. I stared up at the man for one long second before closing my eyes.

 I heard a soft beeping noise as I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital bed and the smell of hand sanitizer was strong and burned my nose. I sat up and looked around the room. Was I dead? Suddenly I heard something drop to the floor. My head snapped to the door and I saw a man with brown hair and square glasses looking at me in shock.

“B-b-But You died!” I gazed at him, “You died an hour ago- You can’t just wake up”

“Well I did,” I said not at all realizing that I had just died and became the living dead. He picked up what he had dropped and ran back out of the room. I touched my head where the bullet had hit. There was a bandage wrapped around the whole of my head, meaning I had more head injuries than I thought. A few moment’s later about five doctors rushed inside seeing me sitting alive on the hospital bed.

“I can’t believe it,” The doctor at the front said. I smiled and waved at him

“Hi!” I smiled

“I thought it was the end.” A woman said

“Well, I also did but here I am” I said, dropping my smile. I put my hands into my lap and stared at them,

“Well, what now?” I shrugged in response, even though no one was actually talking to me.

“Who could of done this?” The woman said to the doctor at the front.

“I could of!” A sudden voice shouted, the door opened up and a man with pale blond hair walked through. He walked towards me and placed his hand onto the metal bed. I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat as I did so. He was tall, and was snow pale and the most beautiful brown eyes ever.

“Who are You?” I asked. He looked down at me and smiled

“I’m Gerard. Nice to meet You, Princess.”