Once upon a time. On a sunny afternoon where their wasn't a cloud in the sky. A little girl ran along the bank of the little river that separated her village from everything bad, cold, and evil. Isolated from all that evil, the village was totally protected by the river. She was a happy little girl. It was a happy little village. So happy and innocent. The girl lived with her family in a nice little cottage in the village, it was her, her brother, her mom, and her dad. A perfect family, in a perfect village. No one ever had to worry about anything. For the village was well hidden away from all the cruel and cold evil that had taken over almost all of the world. No one could find them. Their happiness was well protected.
Until that day.
As soon as she woke up on that morning she knew something was wrong. The birds were not chirping their usual songs as they would do every morning. She didn't hear any of the villagers starting their morning chores, or the sizzling of the bacon as her mom made breakfast. It was quiet. Too quiet. She quickly got dressed and went out her room to see what had happened... I'm sure that if she had just stayed in her room, like a good little girl. Or maybe if she had hid in the closet. Everything would have been fine. For as soon as she stepped out her room, That perfect picture she had had in her mind of her life shattered into a million pieces.
Her life would never be the same again.
Blood was everywhere. It was splattered on the walls, it was on the floor. It was as if the whole world was stained in red. She saw her family on the ground, dead. Their eyes glazed over looking more like glass than anything else. She just stood there. Shocked. Her whole body was numb and trembling. Tears started to cloud her vision. What went wrong? How could her perfect life turn out this way? It was then when she noticed. She was so shocked that she didn't even notice how hot it was. Fire. Everywhere. She ran out of the house coughing. She left everything where it was. And watched her life crumble before her eyes. Her perfect life.... Turned to ash.
Where is she now you ask?
Yes it's true. That all happened a long time ago. But that little girl is still there. She is waiting. Waiting for revenge. She's waiting for all that evil that ruined her life so long ago. She still lives in that village of ash. Haunting the grounds. Waiting. Even those few words keep floating around in her head repeating themselves over and over. Haunting her. They keep saying...
"Nobody's perfect."
(Damnit, Now I'm singing Hannah Montana in my head >.>)
...now I have that song stuck in my head too.
ReplyDeleteThe story's really... haunting.
OOHHHH! Yay! Thats what i was aiming forrrr! <333333
ReplyDeleteI shall curse the world with Hannah Montana! Mwahahahahahaaaaaa
cool :) just so you know you have some grammar mistakes in there (I'm a grammar freak) but I really like the idea :)
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