Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Out of the Shadows ❯ Children of the night: Hera & Kelinka ( Chapter 16 )

Hera had it all. Her family lived in a big mansion in Europe. To be more exact Sweden. They were rich, her parents had successful careers and Hera was given anything she pointed at. She had her own private wing in their huge house. Her own kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom. She had things worth several millions of crowns (Swedish money) and her boyfriend were the captain of the soccer team. Though all those things, Hera was never happy. She felt alone and misunderstood. Her parents didn't understand that she just wanted to spend some time with them. They were never home, always out somewhere. Eating with a client or on business trip, but never home. Hera was left alone.

 

To everyone else she was the perfect, beautiful girl with the perfect life and family. Her blue hair with the gorgeous ruby strikes in it. Her ruby glistering eyes and her beautiful red mouth. She even had the perfect boyfriend. No one ever saw the torn and battered girl she was inside. Not even her friends noticed something. Maybe that was because hey weren't real friends, more of gold diggers that hang with her because of her money and her private pool. Hera was alone, though surrounded with `friends', servants and personal trainers, she was always alone.

 

Crying with no tears...

Screaming with no voice...

With so few answers, and so many fears,

I'm left with no choice

 

Nowhere left to go...

Nowhere left to hide...

Pushed into a corner,

by what I feel inside

 

She was seen by everyone but known by no one. The will of the soul and the mind was failing and soon every light would go out. Cast out and buried inside her own darkness, poor Hera saw no way out. It just wasn't worth it, all the tears she never cried and all the thoughts that she never expressed. They built up inside and smothered her in her silence. Every day she woke up she hoped that something awful would happened today. A bomb hitting her school, an earthquake destroying her house, a nuclear power plant explosion, anything. It didn't matter what it was, as long as she died. She was afraid of suicide because she was a dedicated catholic. She knew that suicides were damned to hell.

 

But one day something happened that made young Hera to lose all faith. They were going on a trip to Russia with her class. They were going to St. Petersburg to see the old palace and stuff like that. A tourist trip. Once there, Hera snuck off from her class and wandered down the streets alone. She went the wrong way and ended up in the poor neighborhoods. As she saw the starving children she thought “Alackaday, how can a God accept such misery?”

 

Tormented by the things she'd seen, Hera ran away. She felt like a monster, living in wealth while others starved and died on the streets. “There is no God, not anymore. He would never allow his children to suffer like that” She lost all hope, destroyed and plagued by her new knowledge. She ran but felt like she came nowhere. She fled out of own and ended up upon a cliff. Standing there, looking down at St. Petersburg in the distance she thought:

“I shall burn. Burn for those who never have known happiness, burn for those who will never get peace.” And she brought up the matchbox of her pocket. With her whirling eyes fixed on the match, she lit it. She watched he hem of her skirt burn and she thought “God, these tears I shred for you. Why have thou forsaken us?” The flames licked her shin, burning her body, but reliving her tormented soul. She threw one last gaze at the starlit sky above. They seemed to blink to her, welcoming her home. Then she threw herself off the high cliff.

 

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Kelinka felt the belt hit her body but felt no pain anymore. Her squeals were those of the pain inside her broken soul. The torture of her soul burning her inside. “How can you do this to me?” He loved to hear her scream and she knew that. But she couldn't help it. Her mind was twisting in agony, crushed against the hard floor. Broken and torn into shreds of a soul. She used to be so wild and so free. Now there was nothing left but the pain of the eternal torture. Rotting inside, and buried alive in the deepest ocean of pain and agony. Her only escape was to flee so far inside herself that he couldn't find her. The small room inside her that was sacred, were he was unable to enter. She felt less need to leave it for every second she was alive. Hiding from the hard cruel world inside her own reality. Were she was still free. Laying in her field she had a perfect view of what went on outside. She saw herself lay defeated on the floor. There was no will or hope left in her own eyes, she looked like she was dead already. But then her imaginary sky went pitch black. The floor of her sacred room was shaking. And it began to dissolve. He had entered her last kingdom, killing and burning everything he came across. She watched her field transform into ash, and her forest burned. Her last hideout was torn apart and suddenly the pain hit her like a punch in the face. And she screamed as her blood boiled. Her skin blistered and fell off, and then she was naked in the dark. And he was there, he was always there. Watching her, laughing at her.

 

He was her stepfather. The only parent she had left. Her mother were too lost in the drugs too notice her presence. She felt like a knife cut through her as she watched her mother. Her beautiful, strong mother who had been unfortunate to come across a devil like her stepfather. There was nothing left of her mother now. Just a shell with a vision blurred of drugs. Her soul was gone, departed.

 

“I'm going to work now but don't even think of doing something stupid. I see everything, you cannot escape. Never...” he told her as he went and fetched his bag. And she knew, he saw almost everything. There was no escaping, he would just find her and put up the `worried father' act. No one would hear her plea for her life. They would just put her in his car and they would go straight back `home'. But not today. Today would be different, she would go to the only place were he couldn't follow. She would escape at last.

 

With the shiny razor in her hand, she sat leaned to the wall. This was it, her salvation was these small knives. Her only escape. She gently put it against her skin. She wasn't afraid of pain, nor of dying, but still she hesitated a bit. But then her hand became steady again, after all, there was only one way. There was just one thing she had left, and he mustn't ever take that away from her. She pushed the razor harder against her skin, the blood flowing gently. Through her eyes she could see that it was black as oil. He'd even infected her blood with his black evil. And then she slashed her wrist open, the blood flowing. Again and again she did it, and with her last strength she got up and wrote her final message to him. The demon of her life and her dreams. Her long white hair was colored red as she stroke it out of her eyes. Red like her ruby gaze. Then she sunk to the floor.

 

When the evil man came home that day he instantly knew that there was something wrong. He threw his shoes off and jogged to the living room. While there, he froze at the sight of the scene in front of him. A furious shout rose out of his throat. The little slut sat on the floor in a pool of blood. She'd written a message for him on the wall.

 

“You can never have my soul”

 

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Okay, now its time to go on with the main story. You'll soon find out why I wrote this. Soon but not yet, I don't want to ruin the mystery would I? If you read this PLEASE review and just write down your opinion so I know that these words aren't wasted. Thank YOU for reading this far and taking part of my story// Author