The Game of Crimson Rivers [On Hold]

Chapter Two

As I lay on my small, make-shift bed, I look at the stars above. Why can't I tell him? Every time I'm about to say something, the words lodge in my throat... Almost as if something is forbidding me to say it. I rolled to my side and went through my memories; happiness and sadness.

I remembered the smiling faces of my family. I smiled, but felt nothing, and reached for the amulet around my neck, the shape of two interlocking roses, one white, and one black. The silver-gold felt like velvet as I brushed it with my thumb. Then, my fingers brushed against the obsidian, my thumb slipped and cut on the thorn fashioned into the design. I rolled onto my back and watched the blood flow down to the bend of my thumb. Only a slight pain coursed through my hand, like when you accidentaly prick yourself with a thorn from a thorn bush.

Roses, I thought, so beautiful, yet so deadly.... They use their beauty to their advantage- luring in victims, making them believe that they're harmless, then, when you go to hold them, they cause you pain and leave you to bleed. I got up and walked to a desk that was still intact. My hand skimmed over the oaken wood. I reached and pulled the handle of the drawer and gingerly picked up the thick, leather-bound, book.

I flipped it open to the first page. Since I had nothing to write with, I put my index finger to my sharp canines and ripped open the flesh. Blood started to drip from the wound. I pushed my finger over the thick paper and started to let the words flow from my fingertip. After I was done, I looked down and saw what I had wrote-

Take this kiss upon thy brow,

And, in parting from you now,

This much let me avow--

You are not wrong who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

in a night or in a day.

In a vision, or in none.

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

I sighed, then re-read the quote my mother would always say to us- me and my sister. I noticed the wet splotches that had started to form on the paper. I didnt realize I was crying until I put my hand to my cheek- tear streaks lining from my eyes. I walked around the abandoned factory- my home- and found myself in the bathroom. I looked in the cracked glass and ran a hand through my dark, raven colored hair.

I looked a wreck- my hair was nothing but a wild, matted, and untamed mess. My grey eyes had borders of black. and my pale skin was plastered with sweat and dirt... and I bathed the other day in the crystal clear pond behind the factory. I sighed as I walked back to my bed. I looked over and made sure the swirled scribbles of blood on the yellowing, yet sturdy, page was dry before I closed it gently, sat it in the drawer, and closed the drawer.

I walked over to the thick sheet next to the oak desk and sat down on it. I looked around at the shrubbery and weeds that started to root in the cracked floors. I sighed and looked up through the hole in the roof. It hardly rains here, so, I have nothing to worry about. The fading moon shined overhead, spilling a soft, silver light and blotting out the stars.

I stood up and pulled on my knee- high leather boots, rimmed with fur, and walked out into the cold of night. I walked through the woods on the abandoned trail and brushed past a thorn bush. I felt the blood pour down leg, but paid no attention to it. I suddenly felt hot breath trickle down my neck and sent shivers up my spine. My heart started to pound faster and eventually, started to skip beats.

I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach and my chest started to constrict.

W-what is this?! Th-this isn't right!

I started to run faster and faster until I tripped on the root of a tree. I started to swear loudly as I pulled my foot from the grasp of the tree. Apparently, I didn't hear the awful snap of my ankle and face-planted in the grass when I tried to stand. I started to crawl away. I knew it was no use, but it was worth a shot.

I saw the bright rays of the sun start to brighten the land as the sun rose. I then felt claws rake at my back, blood started to flow from the giant gashes. My vision was starting to fade; my blood was pouring out faster than I thought. I heard an ear-splitting screech from something.... Something definitely inhuman.

The screech was that of a large animal being tortured brutally mixed with the high-pitched murder scream of a woman.

Just out of my field of vision, I saw a shadow dash back into the arms if its brethren before everything became dark.

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hEY GUYS, hOW DO YOU LIKE THIS BOOK SO FAR? SHOULD i ADD A ROMANTIC INTEREST OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

aND, bEFORE i FORGET, i HAVE A SECOND PERSONALITY, hIS NAME IS DAEGAN AND HIS IS A MAJOR DICK. hE IS BASICALLY A SECOND FORM OF MY OVERLY DISTURBING IMAGINATION. hE ALSO LIKES TO TAKE OVER AT THE MOST UNEXPECTED OF TIMES,,,,

lIKE YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT,,,,

bUT ANYHOW-

pARTY ALL NIGHT IN THE NEON LIGHTS, mY FRIENDS!!! :D

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