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Prologue
Cold is all I felt, everywhere, the red stained snow lay sprinkled on my chest and surrounded me completely. My wounds completely frozen over and numbed, as I lay in the ice. My final hours growing shorter with every passing second. Usually it goes that, every person gets a dying wish, one last favor before there departure from the mortal world. But I haven't become blessed with that decision. The only thing that stands between me and death, the only thing that is keeping me from beginning my own adventure into nothing, is the only thing that remains a mystery.
What happened to her, were did she go to. I've sacrificed so much just to see her face one last time. And it all just boiled down to me laying here, smothered by my own self defeat. Physically and mentally I'm dead, technically I have been for sometime. As the sun seemed to be burning me alive, the ground seemed to be freezing me. Fire and ice battling there way through me, like an angel and a devil fighting over my conscious. Which one shall take me? Who knows. Who cares. There really was no reason for me to continue this life, I've lost everything that I lived for.
I closed my eyes hoping to wait for the dark to take over and rid of me. I imagined her face before all this happened, her beautiful blue eyes and her jet black hair (kind of like mine) , strait and down just past her shoulders. Her perfect olive complexion with a hint a red in her cheeks. Her touch, her smell..her taste. All magnificent.
I gained enough strength too grab some of the crimson snow, and clutch in my hand, it didn't melt, just stuck to my hand. I smelt it to take in that irrestistable and mouth watering smell for the last time.
I heard a quiet sloshing to the east of me, about 40 feet away from me. Most likely a deer. The silent footsteps grew closer.and closer. To my surprise a black cat with radiant green eyes pranced next to me, and took its place on the snow next to my face. I stared at it to try and see what it wants, and its eyes just seemed to study me, as if death, for some reason, had come to me in this form.
The cat looked away for a quick second than back at me, this time its eyes were warning. The sloshing started again, this time it was a bigger creature by the sound of the steps, the snow declined more than it did with the cat. I managed to turn my head to the left where the sun was shining directly on it. Squinting, I made out a figure walking toward me. As it approached me more I noticed the features of a woman. Maybe this was "the light" if I could feel my legs I would walk to it.
Her advance was very smooth and agile. Almost like that of this cat. I could now make out the complexion of her skin, pale white, like mine. Her hair was dark, and her black dress fitted perfectly to her curves. As she drew closer I started to recognize her.
Impossible. I tried to spit out the words I wanted to say but couldn't. she drew closer but something was different now, but what.
She approached me and kneeled down next to my face, she kneeled down next to me and stroked my cheek. Her familiar features even more breathtaking, if I had any more breath to take. I must of have already and have gone to heaven. Her touch was cold, but soothing.
"hello Vincent." Her velvet voice made all of my pain go away in an instant. She leaned in as if she were to kiss me. And then it finally happened. Black. Darkness over took my body as I felt the piercing agony of my body finally truly dying. And then I heard the melody of her sweet voice once more "goodnight my beloved dark angel."
3 years earlier
"come one wake up." I heard a voice repeatedly tell me this in my dream. I was walking down a long empty street with old, dark looking houses lining it, each of them just got more trashier and torn up than the previous one. On the street there were cracks at every corner, and there were also gardens of roses spurting out of the cracks.
"wake up!" the voice filtered the street again, I looked behind me but no was there. Then everything was gone and I opened my eyes to see Miranda, Seth hovering above me.
"come on Vince, its noon, were gonna' be late." Seth nudged me. I rose out of my bed half asleep and fully took in my surroundings. Miranda sat in the chair next to my bed with a grin on her face, her sparkling blue eyes fully awoke me.
"how did u guys get in." I asked my voice still a little tired.
"you know we just took a crowbar to your door and when that didn't wake you up we just decided to come yell at you." Seth responded, sarcastically.
"did you guys wake him?" my dads deep voice came from the other room, obviously he let him in. Miranda sat quietly observing my room. Many posters lined my wall, and an old beat down desk sat in the corner with a ten year old computer resting on it. Pencils were sprawled out over the desk along with old homework and some books. Its hard to believe there's a mouse and a keyboard under it. My cat crawled out from the other side of my bed, which lay on the ground. His name was Luke, he had big yellow eyes and his fur was white with dark brown and tan spots covering.
I had completely forgotten that we were supposed to meet up with everyone at the "guardhouse" today. The guardhouse was were all of us went to hang out. Me, Seth, Miranda, cliff, Phil, Bridget and Derek. I have known Seth and Miranda basically my whole life. Miranda moved here when she was 7 but Seth has been my best friend since we were two. His mom died when he was four and now he just lives with his dad, same as me, except my mom didn't die she just left when I was not even a year old, so I don't really remember her face.
I can still remember the first time I met Miranda though, it was about a month after she moved here and we were both in the second grade. She had just started school, and when she walked into the classroom I was dumbfounded. Even though I was only 6 I believed I had fallen in love. Now here I am, 16 years old and still greatly in love with her, I've yet to confess my feelings to her for fear of rejection, but they will spill out one of these days.
We arrived there and everyone was sitting at the usual table we claimed. Derek and bridget sat next to each other while cliff was on the other side, and there were three open chairs, you could guess who they were for. I sat down and Seth took the chair next to me. But then two hands covered my eyes. "ok we know you hate suprises Vince but today's special." Miranda noted.
I was quite amazed when I read this. Keep writing my adopted son. I can't wait for the next article. So, if you want to eat at my house again...get busy! Just kidding and keep up the wonderful work.
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