Death - Intro

A Raina Drew Story

She sat on the balcony as the sun began to set, a bottle of liquor in her hand, tear stains streaking down her cheeks. Even after eight years the pain still would not pass, every year this day came and she shut down. The memories would come flooding back, first the bad and then the good. It was hard enough that she had to remember the screams, the blood, the pain of losing her loved ones. Then those visions would fade and she would remember the laughter, the smiles, and worst of all, the face of the man she once loved. Whom from time to time, she still loved. Even after that horrible night, the blood he spilled, the pain he caused her, there is still a part of her that misses him, that loves him still.

She stared down at her hands, the bottle empty on the floor and tears once again stinging her eyes. They were clean and delicate, her nails nicely manicured. But she remembered that night they were soaked with blood, scarred and dripping, some of it her own, and some from the mutilated bodies of her family, but most of it was the blood of her lover. The man that had once given her so much joy, and then turned and ripped her life away from her. She tried to tell herself it was not his fault, that it had been the others that had changed him, had taken over his life. That it was them she should have blamed and not her sweetness; But she knew the truth, it was as much his fault as it was theirs.

She looked out over the city from where she sat, the sun burning out into darkness, and she sighed. In that one night, eight years ago her view on the world had changed forever. She could no longer look into the night and see peace and serenity, no longer hear the laughter of night life. All she saw now was blood and darkness, the evil of the world, she heard the echo of screams to come, the tears of another life lost.

She saw death.