The Secrets of Death

chapter one - Am I insane?

Tomorra POV

I was told I was insane.

However, I do not believe what people tell me. I know what I know; it is they who can't comprehend what I once told them. Not the other way around. I've been confided in this box of white walls and bars for three years know, and within those three years I have not seen, heard or talked to another person. Every now and then I will hear a terrifying scream from somewhere else in the complex, but no more, no less. Everyone else in here is insane I think, but I'm not one-hundred-precent sure considering I've never meet any of them. But I'm not

I'm not insane, I'm not insane. I'm not insane. 

Slowly and carefully I pulled myself up from the thin mattress that rested on a rust metal frame to look out the small bared window. Outside was dead, or at least dyeing. Winter was on its way, I could feel it.  The leaves of an old willow tree fell from its highest branches and swirled around in the breeze until it landed on the ground on top of millions of other dead leaves. The grass that I think was green a while ago was now dead to. Everything was dead.  That’s what autumn does. It kills. I reached up and squeezed my bony hand through the bars and touched the glass. It was ice cold, and oddly refreshing. I wish I could feel the outside world again, smell it, hear it, taste it. I haven't felt the sun on my skin for so long that, I no longer resembles a human being. My skin, now transparent from the lack of vitamin D, and my hair as lost nearly all its colour to. Instead of the sandy blond it used to be it's now white, laced with dirt. Once again I do my routine scanning of the permitter. They take watch shifts.

The guards.

For the last six months I've been planning my escape. Although I haven't much past on the getting out part I'm sure I'll find somewhere safe. I guess I could go home, but I don’t think anyone would be excited to see me. After all they sent me away.

There was an accident when I was six. I was in a fire and I would’ve died if it had not been for him. He saved me, he got me out. I didn’t know what his name was but he looked empty and frighting, so I called him Death. I remember it so clearly, it’s a moment in my mind that is burned into my soul making sure I don’t forget.  I was crying, I was scared, I did exactly what my mum told me not to do. He found me, he saved me. He took me away from the fire and vanished. I ran home to tell my mum but she thought I was crazy. After that I saw him in my dreams and I talked to him. He was the imaginary friend I wished I had. At least that’s what the Doctor said. The Doctor knew who I was talking about, she said that she had seen him to. I talked to her for three’s before the event that put me in this place – whatever this place was. She tried to kill me. She kept telling that I should have died that day, and that she was only doing her job. I didn’t understand. So when people heard the screaming they were too late. I don’t remember what I did, but I remember her body lying at my feet and I was soaked in her blood.  

I pull my hand back through the bars quickly as I see a shift off movement from the corner of my eye. I know they are out there and to tell you the truth I have never actually laid eyes on them before, but I know something about them isn't right. They don't feel right. My brain snaps into gear when I hear footsteps coming down the hall on the other side of my door. I quickly move over to the corner of my bed and pull out a rusty screw I managed to pull from the bed frame, out of the mattress. Stepping back and leaning against the wall I listen as the steps get louder.  My breathing gets fast and short as the person stops at my door.

Ready, I'm ready

When I was younger my Mother made me take self-defence lessons, one of which was use of weapons. I raised my arm with the screw in it up bending at the elbow. Holding it at the end so the sharp end was ready to strike.  I stood there waiting, but nothing happened. The person walked away.

And once again I was alone. 

Samuel Pov

I felt sick. I always do when I see her. It's my fault she's in here and I, like the fucking bastard I am left her behind. I could have taken her with me. No. I should have taken her with me.

But I am a complete and utter fool.

Invisible to her I sit on the edge of her bed watching her. I saw the fire in her eyes before when she was ready to attack but I also watched that fire as the person outside her door walked away. Slowly she walked back over to the bed and hide the screw before she broke down. Here she was, the only person in the world who managed to make me feel, crying, and all I could do was watch. My heart broke again as it does every time I see her and my head begins to hurt. I look down at my hands and see them slightly shacking. Disgust fills me as I remember what I did to her. How I couldn’t leave her alone. How I had stupidly fallen in love with her.

Remember everything.

She was only a child when I first meet her. She was six. It was a hot summer’s day and fire alarms were put into place around her home town. She was wild and playful and had a hard time sitting still. I remember seeing the cloud of death surround her a week before but it was so grey, barley visible. This only meant there was a small possibility that she could be taken but I thought nothing of it that day. Her mother told her not to go outside but she didn't listen. She when outside and got lost. I followed her because her cloud was getting darker and darker with every step. The crackling sound of an up roaring fire drifted to our ears and she started to cry. She tried running but we were surrounded by then. She screamed for her mommy but no one heard her, except me. I took a step towards her making a crunching sound on the ground. Her head whipped around to look at me, and our eyes meet. I was lost for words. Dumbfounded truthfully. She could see me. Literally see me, which she shouldn't have been able to do. No living person can see me it's impossible, but she did. She ran up to me and held on for dear live. 

"Please Minster" she whipped "don't let me die." and just like that I knew I couldn't let this girl die. I scoped her up in my arms and carried her away, walking through the fire that held no effect on me, back to safety.

Since then I've watched her.  I used to visit her sometimes in her dreams and she'd tell me her problems and stuff and I would just listen, never speak though, just listen. Once she told me that I was like her guardian but not her friend, I didn't understand what that meant and I still don't. I haven't talked to her in three years. That last time she saw me I cried. And it hurts my pride to say that but it'd the truth. I knew it was going to be the last time I would see her willingly because they had found out that I was interacting with the living. 

The fates that is.

The three evil bitches made a deal with my farther, Hades, many years ago that I would work for them.  They control my life, and I hate them every sing day because of it. They work with all the Gods, my father and Zeus mostly. To me them seem to be the ones running the world to me. They were angry when I saved her, carrying on about how I screwed up their plans. They said that if I didn’t take her soul then they would force it to leave her body, by making her sick or something. So I had to leave her for a while, and I thought she would be safe, but I was so wrong.

But no more.

I'm gonna get her out of here tonight, only problem is how.