Ok. So i am only 13 so i know it's not that good :D
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
Preface:
I lived alone in this neverending universe.
It wasn't fair being the only one of your kind. It wasn't fair to have no one to talk to or relate to. I'm scared, even though I'm stronger than any other human or animal, I had no choice of this life but sometimes i didn't mind it. I had forever to find a family or friends, but i wasn't going to wait that long. I didn't have to wait really but I didn't wont those people to end up like me or even worse I didn't want to kill them in the process. But if I wanted a better life than sitting around and wasting it I had to try, succeed or not I would still keep trying.
I hope you like the start of my new story Midnight crest. Plz comment and rate.
Thanks for reading. Stepphy XD
I lived alone in this neverending universe.
It wasn't fair being the only one of your kind. It wasn't fair to have no one to talk to or relate to. I'm scared, even though I'm stronger than any other human or animal, I had no choice of this life but sometimes i didn't mind it. I had forever to find a family or friends, but i wasn't going to wait that long. I didn't have to wait really but I didn't wont those people to end up like me or even worse I didn't want to kill them in the process. But if I wanted a better life than sitting around and wasting it I had to try, succeed or not I would still keep trying.
I hope you like the start of my new story Midnight crest. Plz comment and rate.
Thanks for reading. Stepphy XD