Hello I'm new here and this is my first story. Don't expect frequent updates, but I'll try my best!
Now this fic has blood, violence and gore so read on your own risk.
It was a cold autumn afternoon, light clouds cover the blue sky and the winds blow through the golden leaves of the trees, pushing them off the branches and onto the grass of the park. I was playing with my best friend, Edgar. We are both only seven years old, but he was a couple of months older than me.
It was just me and Edgar in the park and that is just how we like it. No other children, but me and him. It maybe autumn, but I was wearing my favorite dress, a black dress with a hint of green, blue and purple; my pale-ish skin standing out. He was wearing a dark blue long shirt with black skinny jeans.
We maybe seven, but we like to dress older than we are, and speak bigger words than most our age.
“Hey, Grace, do you want to go to the swing?” Edgar asks me. I smiled.
“Okay!” I answered with excitement in my voice. I always liked high places, and always wanted to explore, for as long as I could remember. Edgar agrees with me. Maybe, when I’m older, if my mama agrees, me and Edgar could travel all over the world, see new places and discover new things and go on an adventure. That seems like a goal of mine.
As I got on the swing, I pushed off the ground, and enter my own little world.
I imagined myself flying, the wind flowing in my unnatural white hair, flying with the birds, almost touching the clouds.
“Having fun?” Edgar cut off my imagination.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, definitely. How about you?” I answer, turning to look at my white haired friend (just like me). He nods.
“Yeah, of course!” He said excitedly, as he shoots higher and higher. We both giggle as we carried on swinging in the park.
It started to get dark now. Another thing I loved; the dark. How the stars and the moon light the night sky, it enlightens something inside me. Edgar looked over my shoulder, as a tall figure, feminine, walks towards us.
“I think it’s time to leave now Grace.” He sounded disappointed then. “Your mama’s here.” He pointed to the approaching figure. I wave to my mama.
“Hi Mama!” I shouted, with a big grin on my face. She gestured to come to her, so I got off the swing, waved goodbye to Edgar, and turned back to hug mama.
“Who were you waving to dear?” She asked me.
“Edgar! See? He’s right there, on the swing! See? He’s waving at us!” And that he did, but, mama looked confused. Why would she look confused? I don’t know why. Edgar stopped waving as mama looked at him, with her eyebrows knitted together, and, it’s like she can’t see him.
“No one is on the swing dreary.” She said with a nervous smile. Now I looked confused. I turned to see my white haired friend. He didn't look happy anymore.
“Mama, you hurt his feelings!” I shouted, not very happy with mama. She looked down at me, surprised at my outburst.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to hurt your friend’s feelings. Tell him that I’m sorry would you?” She asked. I knew she didn't mean to, but I still don’t know why she can’t see him.
“That’s fine! I forgive you Ms Afanas.” Edgar answered politely, though it seems mama couldn't hear him.
“He said that he forgives you.” I repeated. She smiled.
“Well, it’s time to go home sweetie, say goodbye to Edgar now.” She said.
“Okay.” I was a bit sad that I had to leave Edgar, but I knew that I was going to see him again. I said goodbye, and he started to swing again, but as he was swinging, his whole being faded, like he turned to dust and blew in the wind, but the swing carried on, saying that he was still there, still trying to fly. I knew he was still there, because a magpie came along, and landed on the swing that I took.
Of course, mama didn't look; but it does not matter, I still love my mama. She means everything to me. She is the only family I have left.
I never knew my father, and my mother was abandoned by her family, so I never got to know my grandparents. Mama called them a naughty word that I’m not allowed to say, but I find it funny.
"Mama, are we walking back?" I asked.
"Of course. We aren't that far from our home." She said, as we exited the park and walked down an alley way, hand in hand. She is so warm compared to me. I'm as cold as ice, yet she can still hold my hand. I don't know how she does it, but she just does. Her long brown hair suited her eyes, which was a caramel brown colour; it made her look so pretty.
"I wish I had hair like yours mama." I frowned with jealousy. All I heard was a chuckle from my mama.
"Oh but Grace, you should be lucky to have that beautiful white hair of yours, it kind of reminds me of winter, and I love winter." It's true. Mama always loved the winter, and the snow, but I prefer Autumn, the browns, reds, and the golden leaves on the trees slowly falling to the ground. It reminds me of mama. Ironic, really. I remind her of winter, and she reminds me of Autumn, our favorite seasons.
Just as we was in the middle of the alley way, we heard someone walking down it from behind. We turn to see a shadowy figure, holding something in both his hands. One looked like a bottle of vodka, so he must be drunk, but I couldn't see what was in his other hand. I felt mama push me behind her.
"Hey, you! Gimme all yer monneh, or I'll shoot ya little daughter and you out of this world!" He slurred, as he lifted his right hand up. I realized that he was holding a gun, and he was pointing it towards my mama. I was scared, and something else that I couldn't make out, for that my fear was clouding it.
"O-Ok, I-I'll give you money, but please, don't hurt my little girl, please." My mama stuttered; she was scared too. The unknown emotion builds up, but I still don't recognize it.
Mama fiddles in her hand bag as she tries to search for the money the man wants.
"HURRY UP!" The man shouted, hurting my ears. I try not to look scared, but on the inside I could barely hold my tears in. My mama was in danger; I don't want her to be scared.
She manages to get all the money out, and the man drops his bottle and with a shatter, it broke into pieces. He snatches the money from her hand, but he was still unsatisfied, I can see it in his grin. He keeps the gun pointed to mama. He has what he wants, why does he still have that gun pointed to her? Wait, it- it wasn't pointed to her any more.
It was pointed at me.
*Bang* *Scream* *Bang* Was all I hear. My eyes widened, and then I felt it. Pain. In my chest. Where my heart was. I felt... dizzy... mama... MAMA! I weakly turn my head towards where mama stood. But I only saw the wall, so I looked down.
I woke up, not remembering what had happened. I felt terribly ill, like I was going to throw up from the dizziness; but when I did wake up, I didn't believe what I saw.
Mama was on the ground, bleeding, her eyes were wide with fear, but there seemed to be no life in them. I looked down at myself. i was covered in blood, my hair and skin stained as badly as my clothes.
I remember now. A man, with a gun. Where was he?
But I found out all too soon.
He was still here, but on the floor, also covered with blood, but not the same as mama's. No. It wasn't just blood, it was his whole body, ripped to shreds, his organs are splattered everywhere. His face stuck in an endless silent scream of fear, only his eyes looked like they were plucked out by something. Beside him, is a single magpie, but not for long, for the big bird flew away.
Who did this? Who did this to him?
We did. We slaughtered him. We made him suffer, gave him what he deserved, my little magpie.
Yes and no. Yes, it's me, 'Edgar', but no, because I'm also you. Khehehe.
Oh. I-I guess that makes sense.
It will be okay in the future now, because we have finally united my little magpie. No one will stand in our way. You will understand when you are older, when we are much more stronger, just wait. KhehehehehahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!
I shouldn't trust him anymore. I shouldn't, but, it... seems... right to trust Edgar... no... No... I-I just killed someone... I KILLED SOMEONE!
I couldn't stop screaming.
Don't trust him. Don't trust myself. Trust NO ONE!
NO! DAMN YOU! I WAS SO CLOSE! I WILL GET YOU SOON MY MAGPIE! I WILL GET YOU!
I felt someone drag me into a car. I didn't realize that the police was here, but I still don't trust them.
Don't trust them. Don't trust myself. Trust no one.
I thrashed and hit the person who grabbed me, but as I thought I was going to scurry back home, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and I... felt... dizzy again...
I hear mama say my favorite rhyme again.
One for sorrow, Two for joy
Three for girl, Four for boy
Five for silver, Six for gold
Seven a secret, that will never be told
I think... I think that poem was meant for me.
What's going to happen to me?