BitterBlue - Book two of the Bitter novels -

0. The Fall

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

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At first I'm surrounded by nothing. I feel nothing. I see nothing. I hear nothing. I'm not sure how long I'm there. It could have been years or seconds. I just know that there. Surrounded by everything and nothing.  Then slowly I feel the warmth of a golden sun behind my closed eyes, the kiss of a heat I barly understand. A throat drying silence rings in my ears and then a soft voice surrounds me,

"She lingers."

"Then set her free."

The voices are heart wrenching and powerful. I feel them inside me, around me in every part of my being. They are what I wish to hear and nothing I want to let go but I feel myself falling. An ice bitter wind screaming in my face, the warmth of the sun replaced by solid cold and a loud snap rattles in the air. I feel my feet slam back on the earth again.
Suddenly memories rushing back through me, a thousand days of a life lost. I know who I am, my name and past. I know my story, the beginning and the end.
I open my eyes slowly and stare down at the body next to my feet. Black hair spiraling out along the floor, blood slowly oozing around the sun kissed skin. Blue eyes open but empty. It's my own body, my dead Shell that I used for eighteen years. Noises shift in the air, quickly slicing through the silence that used to surround me. A shout; loud, scared and full of pain. I snap my gaze away from myself, eyes landing on Him. He's covered in long gashes of red rose blood and deep purple bruises. Black hair darker than the deepest shadows, green eyes the colour of summer leaves. Strong muscles shining under his ripped shirt. The rest of the ware-house fades away, because he is the only person who matters. I loved him in life and I love him in death,

"Scarlett!" He screams stumbling towards me. His skin is so pale, pure white, like fresh fallen snow,

"Clay." I whisper but his green eyes are firmly fixed on the Shell of me. The body that will never move again, the heart that will never beat. The lips that will never kiss. Clay is standing in front of my Shell and together we stare down at what I use to be. He falls down to his knees and pulls my body into his arms,

"Scarlett? Come on, come on." He's whispering frantically. His fingers searching my Shell's neck, searching for a pulse that will never thump again. I think he's knows I'm gone. He's body is shaking, large tears falling down in a crazy frenzy. "No, no, no." He's sobbing loudly in the air. Large hands covered in my Shell's wet blood. I bet it's still warm as well,

"I'm here. I'm still here." I say to him pointlessly. He can't hear me. His green eyes are fixed firmly on my Shell, his fingers running through the long black hair I use to own. Clay's face is so full of grief and pain I can barely look at it. It's killing me to watch him like this. If I was alive I would die from the pain,

"Don't leave me." He's whispering now and I can't look at him anymore so I turn away and stare into the shadow filled air,

"I will never leave you" I whisper but of course he doesn't hear me.

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Hey everyone! So if you haven't read bittersweet then you won't know Scarlett or Clay but that doesn't matter! I think you'll still understand this story! I've had a few go's at making a second for BitterSweet but it never really worked out and now with this new idea I have managed to write chapters and sort out a true ending. I couldn't leave Scarlett's story where it was...she still have a story inside her! So welcome to  BitterBlue:) I hope you enjoy it!!!