The small figure of the girl, shook as the sobs came forth, not stopping. The tears that streamed down her face, cooled her burning skin, no one would look for her, no one would look in the attic. Soft moans traveled up the wooden floor, surrounding her body. She glanced left and right, but on one was there, was she going crazy?
" How do you see child? How do you see in the dark?"
She knew no one was there, is was just her imagination, was it? She didn't know. But how could she see in the darkness of the attic? Her tears. She was cursed to say the least. Her tears glowed blue, illuminating the dark attic. She collected them in jars. Why would she live like that?
But with all her dread the voice decided to continue its torture.
" How do you see soo clearly" It sangsong and her sobs became greater. She breath in and hiss shushing herself, her trembling hand holding her side.
" You're different little darling" The voice was haunting, like it knew who she was, what she was. Enjoying the pain it brought as it waited.
" Your parents are at fault" It murmured before continuing " They are at fault for not letting you become what you are meant to be."
She glanced down at her side, digging into the wound, pressure, more pressure.
" I've taken good care of them, be sure of that Clover"
She whimpered when it said that, what did it mean? How did it know her name?
Her throat seized up and a fresh set of tears spilled out of her eyes. The pain mentally and emotionally was dreading, painful, and all she wished was it to to away. She cried out, bringing her fist down, the rage and sadness consuming her mind.
" Yes Clover, feel the rage, anger sadness, let it consume your body, mind"
She could practically hear its smirk as it spoke, desperately making her lose control, her wanting it to go away.
" G-Go away" she whimpered, covering her ears, her unwanted tears staining her face and clothes blue.
As all her emotions spilled out, it became harder and harder for the girl to keep her eyes open. All she could see was blue, blue, just blue, and she feared she was dying.
As she slipped into the unknown darkness, she heard the final words " Yes clover, darling lose control"
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It was dark. Not completely pitch black, just dark enough to let the greenish color come through. With a pained groan, Clover rolled over, her eyes meeting with something unexpected. An outline of trees? Blurry shapes formed in her vision, the rustling of what sounded like leaves, crunching as she struggled to sit up. What is this place? Standing up Clover decided to walk around, better to take in her surroundings. Moss, grass, sticks and bark stuck out of her hair and surround the girl for miles. Not one flower or growth has any signs of ever living here, just death. Her pained side had stopped and that worried Clover. Was she dead? No she couldn't this isn't Heaven.
" Turn Around!"
A faint, quiet, moans whispers brushed against Clover's ear, causing her hair to stick up on her neck, before she could comprehend the whisper or even think about it. She found herself turning, a horror, and shock filled gasp leaving her lips.
There sat in front of her, layed a lifeless body, her cheeks stained blue, what laid before her was her own body.
" Welcome Darling, I see you are finally up!"
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Short chapter, and I'm sorry, this is my first book and its kinda bad. Please leave nice critism and nice comments.
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Tears in the Darkness
HorrorI suck at descriptions! We are different. He knows that. We are special in his eyes, that is what pleases him. Are emotions are amplified and he knows that, he knows us. We fear him, the fear lifting his life, making him crave it more. We are tired...
