Strings of Fate

Chapter 1: Escape

Y/n's POV:

I need to get out of here...

Everything is a mistake. This marriage is a mistake. I can't marry him, who's at least 10 years older than me! How could I marry a man I met a week ago anyway?

My mother left the room to go sit on those church's uncomfortable wooden benches with a joyous smile. After were my bridesmaids who followed her not too long after, waiting for the ceremony to start, each one more excited than the one before them for this stupid marriage. Just a little more and the guests would become worried with those ladies jumping, yapping and giggling behind the church's doors.

I looked around me, then at the mirror reflecting someone unrecognizable. Me. I hated what I saw. Everything on me had been chose by my very much religious mother, who not only forced me to share a bed with a man I already dislike, but also thought that choosing everything, from the dress to the decorations and without forgetting the food, was a great idea of her. More like the type of marriage she likes. But you know what? Let's do what she can't have any control on.

I turned my head to the small window on the room, my ticket to escape this place. A few steps with those painful shoes, my hands opens the window before I push myself to sit between the indoor and the outside. I throw the heels onto the tray of glass decorations, gift from my dear mother, who shattered into pieces at the floor's contact. We won't need this anyway.

I grabbed my dress and ran into the woods, all shinning in a beautiful orange from this day's last few rays of light. For the first time in so long, I finally felt free.

Free of that man,

Free of this wedding,

Free of my mother,

Free of this life I didn't wished for.

I'm as free as a bird is.

From afar, I strangely heard a gun shot, before a stinging, painful strike of pain touched me and left a cold sensation. I tried to yell in fear, afraid of this, but my voice didn't made a single sound to let myself be heard. I fell to the ground, feeling like the air around me was getting harder to breath, trying to move without much success. A wet sensation fell down my chest, reaching my hand that I raise to see what happened to me. A crimson, wet and thick liquid was seen.

So I'm the one who got shotted...

Tears flowed down my cheeks, the lack of air now omnipresent. My eyes slowly closed to a tall figure, a man, who had a gun in his left hand. The man who kill me...

I woke up in a place where the red was the principal color: the destroyed houses and buildings, the ground, the sky, everywhere. In that same sky shinned what could be a sun with a pentagram symbol and little white dots as stars.

Is that suppose to be Hell?

Everyone had strange appearances: cat demons, wolves, egyptian-like, slugs... A grenade bomb?

Definitely Hell.

I stood up, walking a few steps before dodging bombs and people who wanted to touch me before I found a blood pool of a dead person where I could see my appearance.

Black wings, a feathered tail and gray skin. Like if I transformed into those ravens you could see flying during the day.

Or a crow. I'm not sure yet.

I'm completely lost. What am I suppose to go and where should I go? Is there anything that could possibly help me?

I walked into those scarlet streets, no goal or place in mind. I need to find shelter somewhere. Yes, but where?

And I guess I'll have to get myself used to those sinners and how loud they are.

But first, I will need to survive here.