“Human nature never changes. Some are good, others are bad.” The words kept repeating in my head as I walked along the dilapidated streets I once called home. What had she meant by that? Those had been her last words. The words she had whispered in my ear right before her heart exploded.
To this very day I’m not sure that it all wasn’t just one big bad dream. A nightmare I couldn’t wake up from; just a figment of my imagination. Maybe I was shot with LSD in my sleep. Perhaps I hallucinated it all. That’s what I kept telling myself at least. However, I know that’s not true. I know that the images and events that took place are real; the images weren’t that of a lunatic mind. Sometimes, though, I wish they were. I wish that I was insane.
Things were crazy. The world was dark. I didn’t know how to make the war end, but the duty was mine to bear. People were going mad with grief and fear. Death surrounded us like a plague that could not be cured. The skies were almost as red as the blood that poured from them. The moon had taken on a scarlet tint. The streets were crimson and running almost like they, themselves, were bleeding. Everything was red; red: the color of evil and the color of demons.
Red fire spread through the cities easily. Everyone detested the rubicund moon that had become our sun. We no longer saw the beautiful sunrise; we only saw the morbid phases of our bleeding moon. Crimson, scarlet, rubicund, all the shades of that evil color: red.
The world was slowly burning down. Everyone was in an uproar. The attack on the Bastille in the 1700s was nothing compared to this. Best friends were killing each other. Children were eating their own pets. Angels and demons were in a never ending war. All of it was supposed to be stopped by a fifteen year old girl…
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