Roses

The Start

Everything happens for a reason. That's what they all say anyway. My start didn't have a reason; well not a good one anyway. My start had guilt, regret and a pile of dismembered bodies at my feet.

This is my start.

Wandering around the lonely streets of Cardiff looking for a safe place to sleep for the night. I find a narrow alley by the side of a pub. The booming voices of the drunk men filled the air as the alcoholic liquid slowly kills them.

Death seems like heaven right now. It's hard to survive when you're a child and you've got no family to feed or shelter you. My mother died at childbirth along with the baby. And my dad had a disease called influenza, which shortly after having it killed him. Now it's me, Lucy Barrow, living alone in the year 1717.

Sitting down my head propped against the brick wall, I could feel my eyes getting heavy. It was the only place where I wasn't visible to people passing by. The only bit of privacy I've ever had in this city.

Peacefully, I was falling asleep when out of the corner of my eye I spot something lying in the middle of the street. Thinking it was food, I sluggishly stumble over to it. Unfortunately it wasn't food; it was a blood red rose. Carefully I pick it up looking at the treasure I just found. This could sell on the streets for a little bit of money. A little bit is all I need, just to get by.

I was about to go back to my "bed" when I spot a dark cloaked silhouette standing in the distance. Like a ghost he floated down the street leaving me with questions and mysteries.

Curiosity kill my thoughts and I decide to follow to find who, or what this mysterious figure is.

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Five minutes following the person (or thing), nothing out of the ordinary happened. I don't know why I was so drawn to the figure but it's something to do as I'm soon to be dead from lack of food.

I'm in my own train of thoughts - which are right now dark as the night sky. Staring at my feet but also cautions to stay in the shadows, away from its gaze if it turns around. I have a bad feeling about this. He or she -maybe even it- they just don't look human. I know that doesn't make sense but the way it walks its so smooth like its hovering above the ground. And there's an aura that brings death and destruction to mind. I know it sound silly but I bet if this 'thing' turns around, it wont look human.

I'm slowly walking... slowly dying. That's all I seem to be doing lately... slowly dying. No food. Slowly dying. No water. Slowly dying. No affection. Slowly dying. No matter what I do. I am always slowly dying. But isn't everyone, in some sort of way? Or am I even dying slowly? I could die tomorrow, or even today if this person is a murderer or monster.

Silence.

Which is weird because I swear I could hear the sound of footsteps coming from in front of me. Preparing for the worse I look up. Fear struck me like a bullet as the mysterious figures head slowly turned around, its body doing the same.

I looked into its eyes and I knew.

I was going to die.

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Heyyy guys! This is my first story, so any critique and advice would really help me a lot, thanks :) Hoped you all enjoyed this chapter and if you didn't..... same.