The Unforgotten (Alesana inspired)

The absolute horror of what had happened couldn't sink in. Waking up to the obscurities of the unforgotten, while completely drenched in a crimson that will forever haunt my dreams. I felt acidic bile rise in my throat as I'm trying to comprehend the events that had brought me to this moment in time. I struggle as I try to kick down the barriers that are blocking my memory. I have no recognition of where I am or exactly who I am.

Confusion blurs my inner thoughts. How come it feels like this has happened before? Blood piercing screams envelope my mind. My back tenses and horrid memories begin to flood. Your screams of an agonizing pain, the ground ripping open as if you were being condemned to a blazing inferno, begin to surface. You cried for help and I couldn't see where you were, I was blinded by my tears. Your dirt covered hand reached out towards mine and I grasped it trying my hardest not to let go. Something pulled you away, I screamed unable to see my love as we were ripped apart. I ran and you shrieked to not let him win this game. I held a dagger and looked around and saw you being dragged. I ran till I was next to you once more. And then I saw him. The air became thick and suffocating. I could no long keep my eyes open, a throbbing spasm of torture in the back of my skull made me unable to sit upright. I collapsed to the ground and the impact only weakened me further. I lay still wondering if this is my end.

Do my eyes believe what I think I've seen? Have I lost my grip on sanity? Has my mind been plagued with the aftermath of fathomable thoughts? Will I be haunted for all of eternity by troubling visions of my own insanity?

Uncertainty washes over me, I couldn't possibly to dead but what exactly happened? Thoughts swirl as I think about all the possibilities. I manage to sit upright and open my eyes. I glace down to see my black silk dress torn to shreds and splashes of darker black. I reached out to touch what it was and the cold liquid caused me to shiver. I hands were now covered with a scarlet crimson. I look around at my surroundings and notice a mirror on the wall. The frame was carved out of ebony wood, with intricate, swirling designs. It had a layer of dust covering it and a jagged crack on the left-hand bottom corner. My reflection showed someone who's lost it all as guilt rips apart my broken dreams. Was this the girl I wanted to be or just a broken disguse? I remembered your screams, a blade, the never ending bleeding, an ungrateful sorrow, a deal we could never have imagined, and the temptation of the cold blooded. Crimson stains only hold so much truth, so please tell me that this blade didn't end what was me and you.