Snippet #1415505

This world is a delusion. Therefore, it does not exists, yet only in our minds. Something our minds where program to do from birth and until death. When we die, expeirence pain, we see the world for what it truley is. Dear God almighty, please prosper thy soul and save it from hell.

The door creaked open. Darkness. The only sound that was heard was the creeping footsteps of the gaurds, deepening into the room. The smell of heavy metal lingered into the air. The room was pure white, with only a canvas in the middle of the room. Paintings surrounded and decorated the white, lonesome walls. On the canvas was a bright, red paint slidding down the canvas paper; like blood. The curtains were white and paper thin. They split down the middle and the barred window was open, blowing the curtians with the haunting and teasing wind.

The gaurds continued. The room was dark and only the moonlight lit the floor. They turned the corner towards the small bathroom, only fitting one toliet and one bath with shower. In the dark, she is always. They know this for sure. They forced the shower curtian open wide to find it. Her arm was hanging out of the bathtub; a small drop of blood follow down her arm and onto her finger tip.

Blue eyes pierce the night. Like stars. There she lies. Clutching something, no. Someone. They backed up. No emotion showed between either of them. "Sorry..." She had whispered into the person's ears. She stood, showing just how much blood was there, falling off and down her like water. As if she had just bathed. Her hair was stained maroon and her pasty white skin was almost rose red. They took a step back.

Her blue eyes darted to one gaurd to another as her wings expanded. They where not normal. They where about a yard long each. They looked as if a butterfly gave it to her. Black on the outside and as if faded in, a misty glittery blue in the middle. Her teeth glimmered, catching what glints of moonlight it touches. She looked back and then at them.

She collasped. Everything goes black.