Ruined

Chapter 1

  Hey, so I wrote this story quite awhile ago, and I've finally gotten around to posting it. I had it posted on here before, but I didnt like the way that i posted it, so i deleted it and have decided to start again. Thanks, please comment/ vote/ fan!

Ruined

Chapter 1

A thick sheet of heartless rain pounded down on the small village. Crouched upon a tall, thin marble grave perched a girl. Her dark, damp hair hung in folds around her pale face. She had lightning blue eyes, and a hard jaw- line. Her collarbone stood out ghostly against the pounding rain. Her soaked white tee-shirt showed through the dark marks on her back. Like two V’s side by side. The mark of an angel, whose wings have been ripped out.

Her hands gripped the sides of the headstone, her knuckles turning even paler as she sat there, tensed as if she knew something was coming.

Her dark, ripped skinny jeans seemed to reflect about as much about her as did her feeble frame. On the girls feet; nothing. Her toenails painted black and the skin opaque.

She glanced over her shoulder. No one was there except the pounding rain and the swaying trees in the harsh wind. The girl refocused on the grave in front of her. Starring pointlessly at the cold dark earth.

A rustle of leaves make her look up. Perched on the headstone across from her sat another girl. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. She wore a long red dress, with a split up the side, about to the knee, her nails; also of the same colour. Her hair was curled neatly into large ringlets that framed her pretty face. Most shocking of all though was the appendage that leafed off her back. A pair of tall, pearly white, feathered wings.

The second girl stepped off her headstone, and stepped towards the other girl. She reached for her and tilted up her chin, as if to see her face more clearly. She locked eyes with the dark haired girl, and spoke.

“Why were you cast out?" her voice was calm, but demanding. The girl simply pulled her chin away and resumed looking at the ground. “I asked a question. Why were you cast out Clarissa?" the girl repeated. Clarissa glanced up to acknowledge the question, and then resumed starring at the ground. “Answer me Clara,” she suggested. A hint of annoyance in her voice now. She stepped back from the Clarissa, and crossed her arms.

“You know why,” she mumbled to her feet.

“Okay, who cast you out?” she rephrased her question.

“Einn,” she muttered. The girl’s eyes got wide as she looked at Clarissa, who was again starring at her feet.

“You mean the archangel?” she stuttered. She fell back onto the ground, her head in her hands.

Clarissa nodded. She stepped off of the grave marker and strode toward the iron gates surrounding the yard. She stepped into the gate, and melted through. Standing on the other side; she glanced back at the girl. The darkness had engulfed her.

A loud clap of thunder sounded over head. Lost in a trance, Clarissa turned away, her soaked hair clinging to the back of her neck as she stepped into the forest.