A Little Hope (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Three

You wake up in a carriage. You sister is gripping to you and your brother is yelling at someone outside. You quickly get up and run out of the carriage. You see your parents lying dead on the stairs. Red crimson blood dripped from the stairs. You see two spines and two broken ribs.

You run over to their lifeless bodies. You beging to sob right there. You fall to the ground and cry on the stairs. Cole sees you and sits beside you. He lays his hand on your back. He knows you're in pain. Not physical pain, mental pain. You could have been there for them, for Lucy, for your family. Someone must have known you had that nightmare and made you black out.

Something changed you today. Somethimg snapped. You began you hate. You began to show no emotions. Ciel watched you cry from inside. Everything was going so well until someone took you. A few minutes after you blacked out someone thought you were dead.

Ciel ran over to the scene. His butler checked your pulse and you were still living. Someone began to sing that song again.

"Your skeleton forgot to bring its backbone. Next time pack it in your body bag. Your skeleton forgot to bring it's backbone. Your broken ribs are cracking me up."

Everyone turned to the voice and saw the two bodies and their bones scattered. Many people screamed or shielded their children's eyes. The scene was horrific. You stand up straight. Tears still on your face. You push Cole's hand away from you and run into the carriage. Your sister looks up at you. You stare straight on, crying. "I thwought you swiad twat nofing would go wrong," she says crying.

You just look out the window, crying, yet trying to look emotionless. Your brother came into the carriage, "(y/n)?" You didn't answer. Ciel knew how you felt. He knew what kind of situation you were in. One stray tear left his eye at the thought a of a beautiful, nice, outgoing girl, loosing her parents and turning cold.

*time skip*

You don't eat you dinner. It was your fault. You thought that it was all your fault. It really wasn't. You couldn't have done anything, but you still strongly believed that it was your fault. At the dinner table you sat and played with a knife while you mother and father's personal servants packed their bags to leave.

You now sit up in bed with your nightgown on. Emotionless. You finally laid down. You cried yourself to sleep that night. Life was going to be different and hard without your parents. You loved them. Right before you fall asleep you hear that same evil song.

"Your skeleton forgot to bring its backbone. Next time pack it in your body bag. Your skeleton forgot to bring it's backbone. Your broken ribs are cracking me up."

*time skip*

You only pick at your breakfast today. Again you were playing with the knife. You excuse yourself and walk into the study. Jerrod walks in, "Is there anything you'd like Lady (y/n)?" A tear slides down your face as you shake your head no. Jerrod hated seeing you like this so he stays with you. "Would you like some tea, m'lady?" he asks. You again shake your head no.

Jerrod frowns and leaves the study. The fire is burning. A terrible idea passes through your head. Maybe you could burn yourself in the fire? You decided not to. Something inside you, a small ounce of hope, told you no. You stare into the fire for awhile, trying to figure out a way to get out of your newly found depression.