Dark Charms

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"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day".

It was the whisper that woke you up.

The soft distressed whispering that made You rise, blinking your eyes, as the fatigue slipped from you.

Staring around, you felt the confusion and fear settle in, eyeing the nearly destroyed looking hallway.

The paintings askew and bloody. Trash all over, burn marks were all over, the disary stared at you right in the face.

Standing up shakily, you could see the gentle sun peering into the broken windows, as you panted a bit.

Glancing down at your hands, you saw that they were very pale, as if they hadn't seen sunlight in so long.

"Who am I?"

It was the question that suddenly vibrated in your head. The question coming back again and again.

Your body shook slightly, fear and confusion had suddenly become your strong allies, and it was this that made you walk.

But your legs were uncertain. They felt like led almost, no more like jelly, and they wouldn't cooperate with you.

Walking was a painful task, it seemed to make your body scream, every step came to an expense to the pain.

But you had to move forward.

You didn't know why. But you felt like you just had too.

After awhile, you felt nausea settle in as you reached a long flight of stairs, the swirling broken staircase staring at your exhausted self.

"How am I supposed to get down?" You mumbled

You decided to just sit on the non broken parts of the steps, and just slide your body off, as a child would have.

And so you did that. The moans of pain escaping you with every small slide.

The area down below shining visibly at you.

It looked like there had been a fire

There was scorch marks all over, the carpet seemed completely black, and whatever else had once existed was no more.

The sun also showed you that you were wearing white clothing.

A snug dirty white top and white pants.

It confused even further as you evaded the broken ends of the steps.

Gritting your teeth, you managed to make it to the bottom, using all your strength to push yourself up.

Oh god your legs felt even worse now.

You stood swaying a bit and sweating.

The pain was driving you mad.

You had to see.

You managed to bend down and grab the white pants. Rolling them up to show your legs in the sunlight.

Large bruises. All over.

They were covering almost every inch of your legs. Terrifying you as you whimpered and straightened yourself out.

What happened to you? What had done this to you?

You couldn't stop the influx of questions in your mind.

But then you heard the sounds of screaming coming from your right.

Forcing yourself to look, you could see the fire, the redness glowing suddenly throughout what was left of the hallway.

It was petrifying.

Where had the fire even come from?

And the figure..

The figure that stood admist the blaze. Screaming and burning as it seemed to almost stare at you.

And suddenly you knew

It was coming for you.

And whatever it was, it was the reason you were here, the reason for everything .