The Seven.

Chapter 7

I don't care if they find me, I don't care if they ripped me apart piece by piece. I'm done fighting, done ignoring the hallow ache in my bones and the ripping at the last of my sanity. oh, but love, you ll never die, they wont let you. SHUT UP, I screamed, i heard the the sound of my animal shrieks echo around in the little abandoned house in the middle of The Dark Forest , they wont even send demons after you, cos your no FUN.  I banged my head against the wall and embraced the sweeping arm of darkness. When i woke up, i became aware of a muted tapping sound, and the dull trip of something wet...drip...drip...drip. Pushing myself up i peered into the growing darkness, there was only one room in this hut, the faded yellow wallpaper peeling off in some places, not much place for anything to hide really. I slowly got to my feet, my naked body painfully aware of the hard floor, it sucks being human doesn't it?. I saw myself dimly reflected in the window and a silent gasp escaped my throat. I was black and blue from head to toe, there was a large gaping wound above my right hip and every bone seemed to show underneath my skin. Starvation. check. Beating to death. check. Throwing myself off a cliff. double check. I had been trying to kill myself for the past 16 years, i was literally everybody's idea of what a zombie should look like, wounds gaping and as grey as the dead. I didn't ask to love a human, i never asked to feel the soul numbing feeling of absolute control that one little soul had on me, that little soul that i helped bring me to the ground. Sometimes i wonder where she went and it feels like I'm taking a bath in acid, like my flesh is bubbling of my skin and holes form in my bones. I wish i could go and find her, but i know better, for every piece of soul you find, they take a piece of yours. I'm not use to her without a soul. No use to her with one. I'm always loosing, always failing her. I had been hearing rumours of The Fallen disappearing, but that was myth, we would never be pardoned, not in this earth time anyway, or this next. Suddenly i heard the creak of the old wooden door, the only door, and then the something metallic falling onto the floor. A achingly familiar small evaded my brain, angels the voice whispered in my head, why would angels come looking for YOU. I was just as answer less as my broken sanity, walking to the little passage way that led to the door i squinted to see down the gloomy hall, my vision sucked as a human, i saw nothing for a second, but as my vision adjusted to the dark i saw a marble form and to sar serious eyes. Eyes widening, i heard to words '' It has come''.