Burning Lies

| chapter one

Seraphina 

The midnight sky sparkled with stars that seemed like diamonds, the willow trees surrounded the area, the branched drooped low - emphasising the sadness in the air, it left the bright fuschia pink flowers to seem out of place - like an outcast. The darkness enveloped me in a warm hug creating a blanket of security but there was an ominous whisper in the air, it was calling out louder and louder and nearly became a screech but I refused to acknowledge it but I knew deep down there was something off tonight but I won't know till it happens. The grass so green it had left me mesmerised as I dropped down to touch the grass, the dew trickled down the grass - the shine disappearing as soon as the dew left and I jumped back as a hand slammed on my shoulder.

A shadow fell over me, leaving me alone to face the darkness, the threat the shadow posed to me. I crawled back, eagerly and it didn't seem to sit well with the shadow. They reached out to me and a soundless scream left my mouth and the shadow stepped back. It was a horrific scene unfolding yet I couldn't do anything to stop it, the grass turned into mud and stuck onto my uncomfortably and the pink flowers turned into blood red roses which dripped with blood and my soundless scream had turned into an agony filled shriek that would deafen the deaf themselves.

"Sera!" the voice screamed with agony as they got sucked in by the sunlight that appeared out of nowhere.

"Seraphina!" a voice shrill.

A hand shook my shoulders and I came back to reality, the hand slipped away and I gave the person next to me a sleepy smile for shaking me out of my series of thoughts that had turned dark and terrible.

"What's the answer to this question, young lady?" Ms Richard squeaked out in a raspy voice, her eyes sharp, sharp as a knife that seemed like it was going to slice me up if I didn't answer correctly or give a reasonable answer - since this class is known to take the mickey out of the teacher on purpose.

Still dazed, I tried to focus on the board and let out a nervous laugh.

What year was Adolf Hitler the Chancellor?

That's easy, I know this - I've studied it all year and I can do this, right?

"Oh, it was January 1933," I exclaimed in a faux confidence - my voice held a slight tremble but I was hoping the answer was correct.

Ms Richards took a whole step and a half back - my heart started to race, what if it's wrong? Why did I add the month? Why am I so extra? These questions rang in my head as I slouched in my uncomfortable chair, my mind still on the daydream that had me confused and in hopes that I hadn't embarrassed myself in front of my history class.

"Sera!" They reached out to me and I stumbled back.

"Save me please, I love you Sera!" the echo had left me stunned and I reached out but my bronze fingertips grazed their pale skin.

"Seraphina!" I shook myself out of the daydream, "I am shocked, you are the first person to get that right!" Ms Richard exclaimed and my heartbeat returned to normal, well slightly above normal because of the strange memory like dream.

I turned fire truck red as people turned around to look at me, my tan skin saved me from more humiliation as they only saw a slight tint of pink but I could feel my cheeks warm up.

One person caught my attention - he was beautiful, to say the least, his hazel eyes had patches of forests lurking in them, brown luscious locks that fell over his forehead, tan skin that shimmered like he was a Greek god and his smile; earth-shattering smile.

Vincenzo Amoretto.

He was still staring at me - his hazel eyes held me in a trance and I can feel my cheeks get warmer again - scorching hot. Before he burnt me unknowingly with his eyes I looked away and a sense of regret had filled me from head to toe but I couldn't look back at him, scared he would catch me in the act.

I glared at the whiteboard as I could hear Vincenzo turning around back to face the front as his chair creaked and talk to another girl. His laughter was angelic but his voice was what had me shaking in my seat, it sounded so perfect but my mind wandered off as I felt the familiar ache in my heart.

The ache that had started two years before when I realised that maybe, there is a chance for me to find true love as a crush turned into more and became an unrequited love that I wished so badly was required.

The ache became more prominent as he was speaking to none other than my best friend, someone who i love to death and will forever give up my life for - she was my everything in a world where I didn't know what had happened to me or would happen to me because she was there when I woke up and has been there but there is one thing she does not know and she will never know.

It was like watching a love story unfold and yet this wasn't a movie signed up to watch, she was perfect and well I wasn't and anyone with eyes would choose her over anyone because she had it all, the beauty and the brains yet she was never arrogant and it was something I admired yet envied.

I swirled my black orbs away from their perfectly beautiful scene and looked at the whiteboard, hoping Ms Richard's voice would drown away the sorrow that built up an ocean in my heart.

She will never know.