*play the music now if you can, I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE OWNER*
They believe my mother is dead. I believe otherwise.
Shes out there somewhere, I feel it.
The police said i will have to go under a witness protection progam, meaning i would have to leave Delath.
I got my cat and I sat in the taxi. I asked that we make a final stop at my mothers house.
We pulled up outside as I looked silently at the old wooden door where I used to play as a child whilst my parents would watch lovingly from the window. I walked slowley up to the door, with a rose in hand as my clean brown hair blew in the gentle breeze.
I ran my hand slowly down the door at the marks I made when I crashed my bike into it when I was 8. My dad tried to fix the door but made it worse as we all laughed at him.
I giggled quietly at the door,
I spread the rose petals on the doorstep and lit a candle in remembrance of my parents, and the memories we shared in this house. A tear rolled down my cheek and I got to my feet as I strolled to the taxi. I waved my friends goodbye as the taxi drove further and further away from Delath as it got smaller and smaller.
I am not allowed to reveal my current location as I am still under the witness protection program under a new name but I can assure you this is not the last you will hear from Delath.
*A shadow began to re-walk the streets of Delath*
The End?
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When Delath Strikes.(#Wattys2015)
Gizem / GerilimDarkness spills into the skies that hang heavily over a small, mysterious town called Delath. Legend has it a shadowy figure looms in the night-time of delath, but everybody fears to tread outside at night to find out if the Legend is true. One of...
