Seraphic||H.S

Chapter 29

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The crisp morning soon passed to a tranquil afternoon. The trees lost their leaves from the autumn air, and the bee's humming from their wings fell quietly as the day went on. The flowers, frail and brown, lay musky on the soiled ground. It's beauty had drifted away once winter hinted it's arrival. Oddly, I could feel it's pain, to feel it's petals detach from it's stem and to shrivel in it's place. It seemed to be a sorrowful moment then, even when knowing they'll grow with beauty next spring.

But as I thought of the dying flowers from below the terrace, my eyes bewilderingly stared at the rose I grew familiar with. The rose, white and scarlet, still remained luminous and youthful. It's petals were iridescent now, blending scarlet and white in swirls of grace. It was placed profoundly in my hand as I sat on the ivory bed, stroking it's petals in admiration. The mystery still lied within this rose, even when it continued to bloom in the chilling atmosphere. I could explore further into the secrets settling in it's petals, to follow deeper in the iridescent swirls, but I knew it would be a distraction to what was to come.

The journal, thick and hazel, laid on top of my rigid lap. The blue irises eyed me the way I watched my rose, observing me as if I were an object. My mind craved to explore the details written in this book, to eagerly absorb all the information in a blink of an eye. I knew I should continue on, but from what happened with Damien earlier, my hammering heart had questioned if I should. My muse battled with my instincts, but I couldn't wait any longer. Before I could change my mind, I flipped to where I was last.

The light cursive scribbled with the fading lines, increasing the speed of my quaking heart. There were dirt stains on the pages and the corners were ripped slightly. The date read, April 5, 2000. I trailed my eyes further down to read what was inside:

Dear Journal,

Something was wrong in this world. Terrible, evil things roam freely in this earth now. Horrible, indescribable things....

Hanna and I never knew what was out there...what was dangerous outside. We were two innocent teenagers getting ready for college, but we never knew what was real. There was blood...that is all I can remember on that day...blood and running...running to nowhere...through the hill and up the forest....we didn't know where we were going. We just ran...

And teeth...fangs and razor sharp k-nines was another thing I can remember. Hanna and I kept running, but she was too slow. She couldn't make it. Something jumped out of the shadows and bit into her neck...but I was afraid, so I kept running....

This journal is all I have left now, this is the only thing that I carry. If you find this journal, that means I'm dead...

Annabelle Rosalba

Deep dread planted in my chest. This was when the war began, when the rivers swam in wine and cries were the only thing people were ever known to hear. Chills ran down my spine as I curled further to my knees and kept going: