Immortal flames

Death and rebirth of a broken child

So...This is how it ends? How the curtain falls. Is this how I die? Well I just hope God gives me a second chance...maybe I will be born into a loving family rather than a destruction.

These were my last thoughts that echo within my fading mind as my blood quickly trickles into the pond's blue water. Turning the beautiful blue water to a clouded red sea. Yet this isn't the end of my story. Let me tell you my story... My sad and broken story.

My name is Shizue knight... I was born into a broken home. My father, a mythologist professor who was the most doting father as far as calling me his little princess. At the time mother and father were both precious to me. But that peace was never meant to last because on October the thirteenth. he passed away in a car accident.  It was head on collision with a sleeping driver. Both my father and the other driver were killed upon impact.  Mother was destroyed by the news. I was unsure of how to cope for a while but I knew my father wouldn't want me to grieve. Mom was so distraught with sadness that she turned to an illegal drug which was opium. It got so bad that I had to drop out of high school just so I could keep a close eye on her. I tried everything I could to get her help which in the end failed.

Three weeks ago I came home from work to see mom talking to a man wearing a black suit.

“Mom, who is this?” I asked as I was feeling very anxious because of the stranger in our home.

“Oh this is the representative of the Hinata family and you are going with him.” my mother stated calmly.

Shizue: “What? Mom what are you talking about you-”

I was about to walk up to my mother when a white cloth covered my mouth and nose as a foul scent filled my nose. The room started spinning and I collapsed in the person's arm. I don't know how long I was out, but  the next thing I remember was having a bag over my head and my arms were tied with zip ties. I could hear the roar of the vehicle as well as the bumps and swaying of the vehicle. I figured I was riding in the back of the said vehicle. I hated the feeling that rushed through my being. The feeling of betrayal and abandonment. As my mind continued with its rampage of  thoughts. I barely felt the vehicle stop when I heard what I thought to be the driver.

“grab the girl and take her to the master's office, but don't let her leave your sight.” I heard a man say.

I felt the vehicle sway as if two people stepped out. Then slamming two doors then I felt a rush of air as soon as I heard the click of what I expected to be the back doors of the vehicle. As I felt someone grab me from my under arm, I winced in pain. The person drugged through the facility up stairs and down stairs. With every single step I was drugged around I prayed for a god, something, someone to come for me. Yet I knew that request, that wish, will never be fulfilled. As anxiety continued to suffocate me, I was pushed through the door and jerked around like a rag doll. The next thing I knew I was being shoved into a chair, and my hands being cut from their restraints only to be strapped to the chairs arms rests. So many questions filled my mind, but I did not dare ask a single one. I was scared but anyone in my situation would be.

Yet I know exactly what happened. My mother sold me, and to be completely honest I'm not surprised. Not in the slightest. My mom hasn't been with me for six years. I've been living with a shady stranger. So I know...She sold me for opium. My mom… My own flesh and blood sold me for her high. As I was thinking this I heard a door swing open, and then I heard the footsteps of a couple people.

“So this is our new toy Father?” I heard a young male say.

“Hm? Yes son she is our new fox to hunt on the next full moon.” I heard a deeper male voice say. I felt my stomach turn hearing at the thought of them hunting me like a filthy animal.