The Darkness Of Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The night was young but the dark still cloaked my freezing body. I don't know how the hell I got out here but that doesn't change anything.
The shadowed trees stood over me like a dazed death sentence. The moon hardly shone through the thick branches overhead.
There was complete silence.
It was the type that turned the most sane person mad. I wondered if it would turn the maddest person sane. I had wondered aimlessly for what felt like days. My feet were cut, swollen and bruised from the thorns and branches that scraped my feet. My deep red hair, which had once been like an eye catching flame in the centre of any room, was a huge mess, full of twigs from sleeping on the floor. My ghostly complexion was smeared with dirt.

How did this happen?

How could I have gone from reality to alone in the middle of nonexistence?
The more I wandered in the same direction the closer I hoped to come back to civilisation, fingers crossed anyway. Then it happened. The memories. They flooded back so quickly that I almost fell to the floor.
Holding my hands to my head I knew it must have been him.
The mysterious beautiful boy.
With dark eyes like the deep brown of oak and hair the colours of the summer haze. He had been so different, unlike any boy I had ever met. He was almost feral, with a deep sense of mystery.
He seemed to just draw my attention...
He had acted strange...like no man I had ever met. From a distance he warmed my heart, but in close range his eyes went from summer to winter. They held no happiness, no warmth. It seemed impossible for someone to be so void of any joyful emotion.
I should have known then to stay away and I tried, he just always seemed to find me.
The last time I saw him before this he was just standing there, invisible to anyone around but me. He stood just looking at me, calculating me.

I ran after that.

All I can remember after that is total darkness and then waking up in the middle of nowhere.
Slowly everything came back in reverse order. At least I could remember my name now.
How stupid was I to have forgotten it.
Sophia Rink. I had been here for days, running and running.
How could I have forgotten that?
Was I drugged?
What did they want with me?
That was when I heard it.
A of a twig.
A breath slow and deliberate.
If I was in trouble before, I'm scared to know what was going to happen now.