Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Dipped Roses ❯ Glass Prison ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Everything seemed to freeze.I was alone, I was always alone.The snow stopped falling, the crickets stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing.it was a nightly cycle and the only thing I could hear and feel was my heartbeat and the ever-lasting misery.Even in my darkest of times, there was always misery.I raised my eyes and looked at the sorry excuse of a teenager in the mirror in front of me.Ethan, that was his name. he was pathetic, no friends, no family , no life, he was the mirror image of myself, an identical twin, trapped inside of a glass prison.part of me felt sorry for him, the only company he got was mine before i had to slip into my slumber just before sunrise.he was a disgrace, a humiliation to the rare vampiric blood that flowed through our veins.red tears brimmed, and flowed freely down my ivory cheeks, leaving red and black smudges behind.Ethan copied, he always copied, my pathetic mirror-twin.I slowly wiped away the blood stained tears and gazed at my bloody hand, tears of blood, how ironic.then everything went back to normal, and I could hear the winds blowing against the screen on my window.I wandered to my blinds and gazed out at the harmless orange glow on the pearlescent winter snow.this was the closest thing I could get to ever seeing the sun again. but it had to end, so I quickly shut the blinds and pulled the black curtains securely closed, even a speck of the venomous sunshine could kill me.With a small gleam of reluctance I walked over to me small bed and sat on the edge.I looked up at Ethan, wondering if he would be standing at the edge, like always, begging to be released for his torture in the glass prison, but he to was at the edge of his bed, looking pitiful.both he and I missed mortality, the warmth, the sunlight, being loved and not shunned like a circus deformality.this same routine every night was scratching my nerves. I needed a change and fast.I wanted to meet someone new, do something different, my life was an empty shell, I didn’t have anyone to love or care for, I was nothing.the love and caress of a razor blade or a needle no longer satisfied my ever growing thirst for love.I needed more, I craved more, I needed something real, not an inanimate object.I was beginning to except that I was nothing, I wasn’t meant for anything, why was I even here?I was the reject, the freak, the psycho, that’s all I ever was and that’s all I ever will be.That’s why I didn’t have anyone, but who would love a creature of the night such as I anyways?defiantly not someone in their right mind, forever damned to walk in the perpetual darkness, with only the moon lighting our way.I was thinking to much. I was always thinking to much.I finally gave in and laid on the bed, covering myself with the black comforter, my only reprieve for the forever winter state.I exhaled, watching my breath float up to the ceiling.closing my eyes, I waited for a death that would never come.there was no retreat from the surrounding humanity.there was no escape from my misery.there was always nothing.