To stand on my flames.

Gate way to insanity

~ GATEWAY TO INSANITY~

Ten years have passed since the spring festival. I am now 17. My silver hair is down to my ankles and I pull back with the red ribbon I got for my 15th birthday.

I was in the town square getting water from the well. Then out of nowhere the wind picked up, dust started flying. I dropped the bucket spilling the water and covered my eyes. When the wind stopped I opened my eyes to see my long silver hair in my face. I felt the back of my head for my ribbon but it wasn't there. It must of blown off in the wind. I checked to make sure my cross was still around my neck. The stick cross hung on an old string that never broke. I sighed in relief, then started to look for my ribbon.

I felt some one tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to find a tall man dressed in all white. He had a mask with a crooked smile on it and a white top hat with a darker white bow on that hung on the side so you couldn' quite see his face. He tilted his head as if to ask what I was doing.

"Oh, I am looking for my ribbon." I stuttured. He tilted his head more. " It's a long red ribbon. Have you seen it."

He didn't seem to hear me. He was focused on my cross. He grabbed it with his long slender fingers and looked at me again.

"You should have died in the orphanage fire." his voice was rough and crooked. He let go of my cross and faded away in the corner. He knows about the fire! If he knows about what happened then he must know who I am. When I looked up at him, he was gone. I felt a tap on my shoulder. This time it scared me and I quickly turned around. It was a young boy, he looked to be 17 or 18. He was dressed in a black silk suite and he had long brown hair that was pulled back. His grey eyes lead to a charming smile. He looked like a prince.

"Is this yours, my lady?" he held out my long red ribbon. I nodded my head and took it.

"Thank you very much sir." I responsed, trying to be as charming as I could. He looked down at my bucket, barely full of water.

"You get your water out of a well?" he said in a tone that showed his disapproval.

"Yea so what!" I replied. I put my hands on my hips and scowled, not caring for his condescending tone. Afterall, I just met him.

"The well is filthy! Only peasants drink from that disease hole!"

I couldn't believe this guy. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. He looked at me and put his hand on his cheek. That rich boy must have never been slapped before!

"I wouldn't give this life up for all the money in the world!" I sneared. "So I don't want you bad mouthing it!" His expression was angry yet I could see he was embarassed.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. He laughed like it was some sick joke and walked away. I fell onto my knees and looked down to the floor completely dumb struck. I touched my lips to see if his warmth was still there.

I tried to remember the nice boy I saw five minutes ago. I couldn't, all I could remember was that scum bad.

"My first kiss." I felt myself blushing " And it was by that creep." I quickly stood up-completely over it. Now I was angry. The next time I see that creep I am going to put his legs on his head! I looked down at my ribbon and tied it back into a bow. This ribbon was somthing Cyruss gave me. It was one of my most imporant things. I picked up the bucket and filled it back up with water. As I walked back home I remembered that creepy guy. "Was I supposed to of die in that fire? Who would of wanted me to die? "Who was that guy? " I looked up hearing a familiar voice, it was Gun-shot.

"Hey Akuma, what took you so long?" he was a lot older now, 21-an adult. His hair fell to his shoulders and he had a hint of facial hair. " Cyruss has been going crazy", he said. "You can't scare him like that." He took my hand and led me towards home. When I stepped into the house I saw Cyruss pacing back and forth like he was worried. When he saw me, he ran and embraced me. He looked like he was looking at a ghost.