I come from a wealthy family. Came from one more like. It was a winter night when it all happened. My family home was burnt down, the rest of my family with it. All the maids, butlers. everyone. I was the last of my family. (DEFINATLY NOT CIEL INSP...
It was a cold winters day. Robins were flying from tree to tree.I was eating some sweets leftover from Christmas while drinking earl grey tea. Mother and father were talking about the newspaper. That's how the day started. but the evening was the worst part. I had just started to make my way downstairs for the evening meal. I had to wear this dress.
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I had just reached the soft carpet of the ground floor. I walked through the hallways,It was a maze in this house. I heard my mother talking to my father. it sounded like she was... crying? I walked into the room. My mother told me to run. I stood there. Confused. Then suddenly I saw my parents go up in flames. I was scared. I heard their screams, yelling in pain.The room was starting to collapse. The maids were already crushed. The butler's limbs were sprawled through the room. I screamed. I had fallen to my knees, crying, screaming. I kept yelling "HELP! Mother! Father!" A large vase fell on my head and knocked me out. It all had gone by so fast. Was this it? Was this the end?
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"Hello, can you hear me?" A voice woke me up, I'm not dead? My eyes opened. but my left wouldn't open. "Are you okay?" The woman asked me. "U-uh, yeah. MOTHER! FATHER! WHERE ARE THEY!!!" I yelled, startling her. "I-I'm afraid they didn't make it," She said, sadness filling her tone. I ran to where I thought they might be, and I saw, what was probably my worst nightmare. Their burnt clothes and bodies lay cold on the huge pile of rubble that used to be our home. I brought my hands up to my mouth, and whispered, "no, no no no" My voice got louder and louder. "NO, NO NO NO NO NO!!!!" My fingernails dug into my scalp as I cried and screamed. I had no family. Nowhere to go. Until a name popped into my mind. An old family friend of ours. Lord death.
I searched for a window, and I fogged it up with my breath and wrote the following numbers:
"42-42-564, whenever you want to knock on deaths door" I hoped this would work. While i waited, I tore a long strip our of my mother and fathers sleeves and made a temporary eye patch for my left eye.
"Hello? Who is this?" A familiar voice came from the window.
"It's me, YN, YN LN do you remember me?"
"Oh, yes, YN. How are your mother and father doing?" he asked. I started to tear up.
"YN?"
"There's b-been a fire. I-I was the only survivor." I cried, and my left eye cried blood.
"Please, please help me ,death. I've got nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. I'm all alone."
"I'll send you one of my best students. They will be there shortly. Don't worry YN, you'll be fine." and with those words, he was gone, and my life in death city was going to begin.
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Hey guys! It's me, E.W. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. But for me to update, i need 8 comments. any ideas on what to write for my next chapter?
