Rain moves over the garden, battering the flowers which bend beneath its touch I watch a stream of water trickle down the window pane. It splashes to the ground at almost the exact same time as a tear falls upon my hand.
I rub my eyes. I'm sick of all this crying. Being sad all time. But how could anyone be happy like this?
I miss my mum so much. She's only in the next room. But to me she is not. That person next door isn't my mother anymore. My mum was always happy; she had permanent dimples because she smiled too much. But that is a stranger in the next room with her red eyes, pale faced, and her lips that are cracked and colourless. Th
Chapter 1: Part two- The Abandoned Child
I was awoken to Yuki's cries drumming loudly into my ear. I groaned as I felt my arm prickling with numbness. The light through my eyelids was bright, and when I opened them I had to blink a few times before I was able to focus on anything.
I found myself staring up at blue sky; grey bundles of clouds drifted slowly across it. I moved my hand and felt the unmistakeable texture of grass beneath my fingers.
"What!?" I said out loud, sitting up abruptly. Tree's were towering over me, green was everywhere. This was defiantly not my bedroom. I rubbed the back of my head in confusion before lifting Yuki
Chapter 1: The Abandoned Child
The beach was the best place to be on a day like this. The cool breeze weaving through your hair, grains of sand beneath your feet. Much better than being stuck in some stuffy classroom. My gang and I had decided to skip school for that very reason. Our teachers would be a bit angry but it wasn't the first time we'd skived. We now knew how to evade the police with our secret hide out next to the cliff. The only people who could see us would be fisherman, and it was rare for them to drive past this point.
"Daichi-kun?" Emi said next to me. She was wearing an incredibly puffy Lolita dress, and had abandoned her
Prologue - The Shadows in the Dark
There is something about the dark that has always scared people. Maybe it's because our subconscious tells us that there is something out there. That the shadow you see dart across your room in the middle of the night, is not a shadow at all. Or the rustle of leaves outside your window is not the wind, but something evil prowling your garden.
But monsters aren't real. So we fall back to sleep, thinking we're safe and that nothing can harm us.
That's what I thought that night. I heard the rustle of leaves from behind me; told myself it was only a cat or some woodland creature. Saw the shadows move where no