I keep running heavy footsteps thudding behind me. Coming closer and closer. I push my tiny body as much as I can. Running barefoot the leaves and twigs were cutting my sole slowing me down. The pain was the reminder of the sheer cruelty that I was alive and running from those monsters that brutly murdered them.
My parents. A pain as sharp as a needle pierced my heart as a tear slid down my cheek. The shock haven't settled fully yet. Momentarily pushing my thoughts aside I focused on my steps. The leaves blocking my face ad the roots making me trip. They were very closed behind. I could feel the heavy vibrations from their running.
I will not be able to outrun them. As the thought crosses my mind I heavily trip on the root, stubbing my toe and falling face first into the mud. Before my body touches the ground a hand grips my upper arm so hard that it was enough to leave bruises and yanks me up and turns my body to face him. I glance to look at him and my breathe catches in my throat.
Ugly. Disgusting. Horrible. It was truly a face of a monster.. and something inhuman. Black robes flew from his shoulder down his legs and floated around as if the wind was holding it up. His face was pale as a sheet and his eyes.. his eyes a pale blue bulging out of his socket. Not the pretty blue that Cinderella wears on her ball but the one that we see in a still lake on a summer day. Lifeless. Dead. I couldn't feel any emotions from him.
Now gripping my forearms with both hands the monster lifts my body up. I start trashing and screaming hysterically. Hoping someone would hear my screams. Suddenly the monster slaps me, the vibration from the slap echoing in my head. Soon I feel my consciousness slipping away. Before closing my eyes I see a light rising behind the monster. He suddenly drops me and a deep growl resonates from him.
I fall with a thud. My back hitting a stone and before I drift into oblivion I feel the monster whisper in a cold voice,"Soon my angel Soon." I feel a shiver pass down my body as I realise that it came from inside my head.
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Devilish Angel
FantasyHearts crushing deeply inside, Will it ever go back to alright? Joining in the pain it's cracking within, Can it stick back to make me right? Wings arise from my heart, Broken poison settled deep inside. Waiting for the demon to arise, And blow off...
