What if rocks are actually soft but they tense up when we touch them?
Leo "NO SHE IS MINE" Playful - 11 years, 7 months, 9 days ago

DEAD AIR- P R O L O G U E -

SAKURA'S POV-

Love.

It is so undistinguishable, so close to hate.

But it is distinguished;

One from the other, the other from one.

This is how it was for the two of us–

Love and hate.

Life and death.

Joy and anguish.

They are both one and the same.

Leo "NO SHE IS MINE" Playful - 11 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

DEAD AIR- P R O L O G U E -

GAARA'S POV-

They say that people, like her, who are so near death,

die generally at the change to dawn from dusk.

They say that the soul, her spirit, is pulled,

like the tide is drawn so by the moon.

Leo "NO SHE IS MINE" Playful - 11 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

Pain.

Searing pain.

As if something were holding a hot poker to her heart.

It was scalding.

Burning.

She could feel her skin turning red.

Then black.

Could smell the smoke rising from her flesh.

Lenore tore through the miasma of sleep,

Forced herself to wake.

Wake up!

Wake up!

It was like being suffocated and torn apart at the same time.

There was a crash and then a scream.

Her eyes flew open.

Sakura!

She had to find her, find her daughter.

Her dear Sakura.

Then there was a flash, and a red rose opened up on her chest,

Staining her white robe,

Blooming before her daughters very eyes.

'Momma!'

Said a voice of six.

That was her daughter.

'Lenore!'

Screamed a voice of thirty- five.

That was Launette, her beloved.

She sank to her knees clutching her chest.

'I am sorry i failed you my love,'

That she said to Launette.

'Dearest daughter, do not cry, everything will be alright...'

That she said to her daughter.

There was a click,

And then a bang.

Sandalphon hath fallen.

Noises dimmed, lights flickered.

All Sakura could see was the red rose,

so beautifully blooming on her mother's chest.

Before her eye's Sandalphon hath fallen.

This small child of six.

She closed her eyes against the screams below.

Against the sound of her father falling to the floor.

Her eyes, she kept closed, until she smelled smoke.

She gasped.

Her eyes flew open.

The heat was searing.

The smoke burning at her lungs.

She ran without a backward glance at her parents.

Then she was outside.

The gold leaves were a mirror to the fingers of flame caressing the window frames,

Soothing the doors.

The silver frost an echo of smoke.

Ash fell like snowflakes,

Coating her hair,

Eyelashes,

Arms,

And clothes.

The darkness naught but a glitter stained her vision.

The ash fell like snow upon her.

The ashes of her home.

Of her Father.

Of her Mother.

The ashes of Sandalphon,

She wore them for days.

Sandalphon.

Her sweet mother.

Sandalphon-

The angel of silence.

Sandalphon,

Who did not utter a scream.

Sandalphon.

The fallen.

-x-

She bolted awake.

It was all just a dream.
Leo "NO SHE IS MINE" Playful - 11 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

ASPHYXIATION-

She screams.

Her high pitched voice made more beautiful with every heart beat.

She feels the pain my heart had felt when she had walked away from me.

I slide the needle into her arm.

Into her vein.

I shoot the vile full of nothing into her body.

She screams again.

Music to my ears.

Her heart beat begins to quicken.

She'll die faster.

I whistle while I work.

She's so pretty.

It's a shame she has to die.

I watch her pretty little eyes begging me to stop.

Awe, they break my black heart.

I smile cruelly,

Enjoying the sight of her splayed before me so.

I take the second needle, drawing in air.

I stab it into my veins.

My splendor overwhelms me.

"It was also my violent heart that broke," I tell her,

"We shall be together even in death, now, my love."

Whispering in her ear.

While looking at her fearing face.

She tried to scream one last time, but was cut short.

I was angry, now.

Truly angry,

For I would never be able to hear her sweet musical voices sing to me,

So beautifully sweet,

Ever again.

It made my heart ache.

I can feel myself fading now.

I scream and laugh at the air killing my heart.

It travels through my veins,

And in its wake,

Black tattoo's everything.
Leo "NO SHE IS MINE" Playful - 11 years, 7 months, 17 days ago