{Corrupt Desire} =On Hold=

Chapter 1: Lifeless Eyes

[Location Unknown]

(First Person:) I jolted up clutching my chest gasping for air, my ribs hurt and seemed to be tearing into my lungs. Full of pain and shock I rolled off the bed I assumed I was sleeping in and tried to scream on the floor. Silence filled the room as my voice was hoarse and shaking, "Help... me, please... Ple-" I tried to call for help but all I could do was gasp for air once more. 

Where was I? What was I doing here? Wait... Who am I? My head was filled with so many questions that it caused my temples to burn. Finally, I managed to scream, it hurt so much, everything hurt. I needed to know where I was and what was happening! Still weak and in pain, I sank my nails into the flaky dirt-covered wallpaper which plastered the walls of the room I was in. 

Trying to stand I leaned against the walls for support and dragged my leg across the floor, my arms, feet and eyes felt so... heavy! My eye-lids snapped shut under the pressure and due to the sudden flicker of a single light, which swung into the room from the corridor. The warmth of the light calmed my nerves and I slid my back down the wall laying on the floor once again. Weak and frail, I shut my eyes oblivious of the crooked, brown floor piercing my leg. Splinters broke the surface of my skin small droplets of blood dropped below me in small beads. The blood ran between the claw marks in the wood beneath me. When the sticky red liquid swept away the dust, it highlighted small white shards of bone and nails- that resembled those of a human- which floated in the blood!

I couldn't help but lay there my silk white skin tainted with dirt, my red cheeks covered by my long golden hair. My fist was clenched on my lap, I held a layer of the frills on my torn Victorian dress. Long sleeves ran down to my fingertips off the straight neckline, with a tight white sashe tied off with a bow around my waist; encrusted with cerulean sapphires, the ruffles were azure too and faded into a ghostly white but they hid under the soft golden cloth of my skirt. The hint of ocean blue in my eyes glossed over with tears, I was reminded of the pain again and again as I tried to stand. It was hopeless, I was hopeless I thought. My eyes were lifeless, my body became numb and I was swept in and out of the focus I held on the ceiling, wondering if I was already asleep. My sharp blue eyes flickered with the light that peeked into the room and fell asleep still hunched against the wall with my feet curled into my thighs.  I let out soft whines as I sped up my breathing trying to snap out of my nightmare but I remained on the floor... It was as if my conscious had been trapped in the grasps of water- as my breath began to fall short and the burning in my lungs increased, my hold on reality slipped and crumbled, swept away into the depths of sleep.

_-=*Her Dream/ Memory*=-_

[Location: Blossoming Tree]

(First Person:) Fourteen years ago back when I was five I had an imaginary friend. We would sit on a branch at the top of my favorite tree. Some of the withered leaves matched the colour of his stiff leather jacket and worn gloves. However, his eyes were what confused me! Or at least his eye as half of his wolf shaped face was covered by a thick black shadow-like mask. His eye was yellow and glazed with a fiery orange in the corners. It pierced through his white complexion (including my soul) and highlighted the exceeding large scars on his face. There were three running from his temple to the top of his nose. The other two curved on his cheek bone. Before I went to sleep he would tell me the same line with a 'caring' smirk on his face.

"I have to go play, sweetie." He never said anything else after that apart from when I was seven. I asked him why he carried a metal plate which was attached to a orange box with a small chain. It had big metal teeth that spun in circles making a loud noise. Little did I know this was a chainsaw, the teeth of the blade were green with decay and the chain was rusted yet still in working condition. I was so innocent. Actually. too innocent to the point where I had dived too deep into a loophole of my imagination. I bent the truth to a point that I liked no matter how much I had to bend it.