The rushed feeling had suddenly faded, and the blackness gave way to a soft grey color, old and battered. I shook my head as the world felt dizzy once more, closing my eyes shut as the grey swirled. What's happening to me? A voice in the back of my head wailed, my thought surging with what could be happening. My lungs once more filled with the air that had once long ago escaped and burned in the wake into pure nothing. Thinking I'd never know it again, I gulped it in as fast as I possibly could. My head suddenly stopped throbbing, and the dripping warmth of the red liquid stopped running down my face, it's familiar feeling suddenly vanishing, never to be known again in this lifetime. My eyes sustained to the grey borne color of the wall ahead of me, opening wide to take in my surroundings. My black hair ruffled and felt softer than normal, grasping at the hair draped over my shoulder, I glanced down at the black locks, the hair straightened, a lot different from normal. I narrowed my eyes at the sight, and flipped it a back over my shoulder, letting it lay against my back.
All of the sudden, I heard a hacking cough behind me. Dad? I snarled under my breath, before whipping my head around. The sight of a tall, brown haired, pale young-man took me by surprise, catching my breath in my throat as I noticed his height. I looked him up and down, my eyes wide. His face was narrow and shaped well, his hair dark, as well as his eyes. His brown hair soft and lied lightly on him, and his skin pale white. I never knew someone could be so tall! My breath caught in my throat. His posture fixed as he stood up straighter, blinking and looking around the room. My mouth strained, gaping as I wrenched my body backwards, my eyes still locked on the sight of the man. Who are you and why are you here? The words caught in my throat. Locking my jaws together as his gaze set down upon me, unseeing. I attempted to look away from him but my eyes caught the glance of his, my skin growing in more heat than ever.
Oh right... He killed me. This must be the "wonderful heaven" everyone talks about. I wouldn't be shocked. Her gaze held the tall figures, her breath billowing with soft air she wouldn't dare to breath. But why would it look like this? Is that god or something? Is this what the kitchen looked like before? No, no, it was black and white tile. Or was it? What happened?
My thoughts whirled, until I finally glanced down at my legs, which had been folded over into a stiff crouch. Shaking my head out of it's thoughts, I stumbled, but soon managed to get up. The feeling my knees sprung that they'd buckle any moment was sudden, but I wasn't shocked. How long have I been here? I questioned, I slowly rocked, before cupping my hands and shaking my head, my legs barely useable. A bell had seemed to ring inside my head, getting louder and louder as I closed my eyes.
"Who are you..." I breathed, opening my eyes as a wail raised in my throat. I looked up at the young man, who had placed his hand against his head, shaking it in pain. I glanced around me, as the room crowded. The air space took up as a transparent body sat slumped in the arms of another. Two others appeared nearby, who sat holding each other. I heard the soft whimpering and cries of them, as they curled into each others arms and whispered lost comforts. Another girl seemed to gasp beside me, her eyes wide as she looked around, before catching my eye. Falling back, I felt another body behind me, supporting my weight as if she didn't know I was there.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I gasped out, my eyes wild. The young man stepped forward into the center of the place, and looked around.
"So... This is it?" He breathed, his voice a strong tone, although thick with amazement, he seemed tall and strong. His voice was lean and heavy, but soothing. I closed my eyes and pulled off of the human beside me.
"The room of the discarded..." My eyes snapped open at the words.
A/N-WOW WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DIDDLY DONG DONE! Hey look! We might learn who these characters are now! SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. ik u dont care but thats okay keep reading i promise it gets better.
~Kia
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Room of the Discarded
Mystery / ThrillerThe savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned...-MCR Black Parade <3 HEYOOOO A story im actually keen on finishing? no way, Kia! Yes way. This story is about a group of eight people, (one of which being a guy. Hehe...) All brought together...