Death was her hope…

Life can never be as cruel to anyone as it was to her. She had finally given up. Given up on everything that a person holds dear.

He had destroyed it.

The wounds on her body are the only things visible of pain, but the physical wounds are nothing compared to the wounds of her soul.

That is why she was going. Escaping. Fleeing from his grasp.

Se had always thought that when it was too much, when she had endured so much that she was leaving behind life and sanity, she would die out mentally. But instead it has brought one thing in her tormented mind; death.

Death. To die. For everything to end and cease, especially the pain.

Death is priority.

She had to end his priority: her fear.

Fear is her torture.

Only one thing will destroy all emotions.

Her death.

She walked to the edge, slowly, taking every cautious step deliberately. Her dark blue eyes reflected the dark sky, which was thunderous, compared to the pain that her eyes held. She wore a dark red top under a thin, worn jacket, and her jeans were black and flared. She was barefooted. Her blonde hair was up to her chin, and had been cut roughly. She clutched her side, from which blood was trickling out, the crimson colour camouflaging with her shirt. As she neared the edge, she looked down at the chaos that loomed into her view. A fire emblazoned the city in front of her. She watched it burn, showing no emotion except the pain evident in her eyes. Her lips were red against her pale skin, which gave her an almost transparent look. Her feet took one final step as she stood at the rim, the last place her feet would touch- alive.

A shiver coursed through her body; she fell on her knees, finally unable to stand. The blood continued to pour from the deep gash on her right, just above her thigh. She closed her eyes, feeling the blood leaving her body; she didn’t attempt to stop it- this was her only way out.

A scream escaped from her lips as she fell on her side. Unstoppable tears resurfaced and streamed down her dirt streaked face. She had always known that her last moment on Earth would be full of pain; hope was long gone from her mind. Fear was the only emotion that existed within her body, and Kyran was the only one who controlled it.

Her vision was dying, as were her feelings, numbness overtook her body. She lay there- strength fading. Her hope dared itself to glimmer within her. Peace erupted around. She was finally fading, dying. No more in this life.

Death…

For the first time she felt oblivion and bliss. She wasn’t a hunted Angel anymore, just a dying soul. It was too late for anyone to stop her now. Death already had her in its clutches.

She let death take her, the pain finally ceasing. She did not have to struggle anymore as she had in life, death was different. It was nothingness.

For her, this nothingness was bliss. An opening to the Heaven she had longed for.

Her heart stopped, a figure knelt by her, his pale grey eyes looked at nothing but her face. The numbness had evaporated, disappeared, and a pain and anguish coursed through every vein, every muscle in her body.

“Kyran…?” her words were inaudible, but, somehow, he managed to hear them.

“I’m here,” he smiled.

No… he isn’t here.

As if he knew what she’d thought, he repeated it, “I’m here.”

Death had failed her, and fear had returned.

Her fear.

Kyran.

Her torturer. The one controlling her existence.

She could only be in his clutches. Death would not have been able to hold her for long even if it had managed to seize her.

Death was weak compared to Kyran.

Kyran controlled everything, even her death.

I belong only to Kyran…

Her eyes closed in defeat. She now knew that there was no escape. For her there was no escape from Kyran.

She would always be within his hold only.

Forever in fear. Forever in torture.

Forever with Kyran.

The End.