The Betrothed.. (Editing)

Premonitions?

 So I decided it was time I continued.

Without further ado.

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I walked towards the bridge.

I looked down.

It reminded me of a song and unconsciously I did something I hadn't done ever since my parents supposedly died.

I sang.

Probably because I was sad. Probably because I was alone with no one to hear. I don't know why.. but I.. I sang.

Tripping out

Spinning around

I'm underground

I fell down

Yeah I fell down

I'm freaking out, where am I now?

Upside down and I can't stop it now.

Cant stop me now, oh oh

I, ill get by

I, ill survive

When the world crashing down

When I fall and hit the ground

I will turn myself around

Don't you try and stop me

I, I wont cry

I found myself in wonderland

Got back on my feet, again

Is this real?

Is this pretend?

Ill take a stand until the end.

A tear rolled down my face as I realized that I was standing on the edge of the bridge.

I always had an excellent balance.

One wrong move and I'd be in the pond.

Oh. That's why it seemed so familiar.

I was around 9 when I visited this place with my parent.

I don't remember who all were there with me but I do remember I fell in the lake.

Ever since then I was scared of deep water.

Everyone knew as I never swam or anything.

So I had visited this place in the vampire world.

Only if I knew..

I sighed.

Just as I was about to get off I entered the Salvatore mansion.

I opened the door and screamed at what I saw.

My mother, on the floor, writhing in pain.

Blood was smeared all over.

I couldn't believe it!

She was a vampire right? She would heal, wouldn't she? They were supposed to live forever, weren't they? The why was she on the ground bleeding profusely?

I rushed to her.

She was bleeding heavily from her lower abdominal.

I was there but I wasn't. It was like I was watching from a third person point of view.