Lost

The Awakening

Hey guys Piko here, I hope you enjoy this story. This part has been re-edited. Sit back and enjoy.

As she enters the office all the fish froze at the sight of her. Darla. The name of the fish killer.
"Daddy! I want that one," her voice deepening as she pointed to a bright silver betta fish. All of them scattered as she banged on the glass fish tank. She plunged her hand into the tank putting the fluorescent fish into a tight squeeze. "Hello Historia, how have you been?" Her chipper voice made the silver along the fish's fins turn black. "I'll make sure you have tons of fun." Her head tilted back as she laughed, her grip tightening with every chuckle. Her pupils dilated as she saw the life slowly leaving the poor betta fish. "Aww, you didn't last very long did you." Blood slowly filled the tank as tears streamed down her face.

For as long as she knew, everything in her possession has died. This is a story of a girl who loved animals. To the point where death, was embedded in every inch of her being.

***Time Skip***
"Honey I'm off to work, see you soon," Kenny called from the door. Darla hummed as she patched a hole in the sweater for her son. Her only son. The son that would NEVER leave her side.

To make sure he was doing fine, she went upstairs to check on him seeing as he hasn't come down for breakfast. "Levi? Are you okay sweetie?" She knocked once.

Twice.

Three times.

There was still no answer, not even the shuffling of feet. Her heart quickened as anxiety took control of her mind. Why wasn't he answering?! She thought to herself as she swung open the door. Levi was nowhere in sight. The only evidence of life was the mess on the floor, his No Name poster that was once hung up on the ceiling, was now on the floor. A slight breeze could be felt coming from the window.

Her heart quickened as she knew her son had disappeared. Levi hated messes. The teen had OCD, plus he was so sickly that the slightest draft will cause him to have a high fever. Darla left the room in such haste she tripped down the stairs. Her wine-colored hair attached to her face as a thin sheet of sweat formed on her brow.
"Not again. God not again!" her hazel orbs glistened with tears as her darkest fears emerged from her. A cold embrace swallowed her whole as she curled into a ball. "Leave me alone! Get out of my head!" The darkness continued to engulf her. She fought her hardest to suppress the evil from her past. It hurt. It hurt so much. The pain was unbearable, her body was burning. She looked up and saw herself. They were oh so alike, except for one difference.

The eyes.

Hers shimmered with a hint of gold within the emerald orbs. Her gaze was smothering her, to the point she couldn't resist the temptation. She was smiling. Laughing. She was killing her from the inside.
"Oh Darla, you've shut me out for far too long. Why can't you just accept me? Accept yourself. I am you, and you are me. You know how to make the pain go away. I'll be waiting." As quickly as she came she was gone. Darla dragged herself up from the floor and headed towards the kitchen. She grabbed the key that was taped to the bottom of the drawer. All she had to do was to stop the pain. The pain was all she felt as she grabbed her purse locked away in the back of the pantry. "Don't worry Levi. Mommy is coming to save you from your pain."

She walked down the street, her burnt red bangs shielding her from passersby. Hazel eyes darted left and right, up and down, yet no sign of her angsty son. Tick, tick, tick. The clock was ticking, she could feel it in her veins. Her blood ticked along with the bomb inside her, the pace slowly quickening. Tick, tick, tick. It was getting faster, time was running out. Her sanity was being drained by the anxiety.

"Excuse me miss, are you alright?" she was snapped out of her daze, a crowd had started to form around her. She was lying on her side, her body twitching. Her mind slowed to a stop, her heart resting from its marathon. Crystal blue eyes stared with an extended hand in front of her. She took it nodding thanks and began to walk off until the same hand grabbed her shoulder with a harsh squeeze.

"My name's Erwin, meet me at the destined location." Her head whipped around to the tall well-built man, she was about to tell him off until he whispered something in her ear. He slipped a note into Darla's hand. An elbow was raised and met nothing but air as the man disappeared off into the crowd. Darla clenched her fists as she stared into the busy street. Her son was still alive, and SHE. WILL. FIND HIM. No matter the cost.