The rain hangs heavily on my shoulders. I watch with amusement as it washes the blood from my hands. This is a nightmare I tell myself. I pinch my skin until it hurts.
Just what am I ? What have I done?
The sky is dark with only the street lights glowing.
Three men lie at my feet,dead.
As I pull the sword out of a man, I find myself smiling.
I carefully rub the fresh blood away and watch my sword twinkle in the street light.
Somehow this feels refreshing but why does it ? Did I take revenge? Did I go mad?
From the moment I stabbed the first man my memory is foggy.
I started to doubt if I was ever a good person.
My heart hurts and I begin to shake “How could I ? “
As the tears begin to form something breaks inside me . I laugh.
I laugh so hard .
Why should I worry about the me I can’t remember? The sword feels so good in my hands.
I feel alive ! And I have a feeling I haven’t felt this way for a long time .
I turn to go when a strong hand pats my shoulder. “Good job girl.”
A tall handsome man looks down on me . His hair jet black ,his eyes silver . He wears a long black jacket his other hand a rests on a scythe.
Something told me to be afraid. But I did not cower, I did not shake .
I stare in awe.
“Who are you ? “ I ask .
“So you forgot? “
I shake my head yes .
“Then come .” He stretches his hand out to mine.
The old me screams in my mind. I block it out. I’m not even sure who I am but feel I must follow.
I take his hand and together we walk away.
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