Prologue
Forever Embedded Past
Isane's P.O.V.

Life asked death, "Why do people love me, but hate you?"
Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am painful truth."

– Unknown

The wolves howled their cries in the presence of the full moon. A complete moon shun on that frigid Winter night. I stood tremulously atop the loftiest Oak Tree in the vicinity, by means of merely guts and determination to grasp me. Balance, I did not have - which made me vulnerable to the unyielding wind. It swayed me forward and back, almost forcing me into submission of an eternal slumber. That corrupt breeze sought after my life, just as everything and everyone else had.

"Hu hu hu..." I panted extensive grave breathes, while tears escaped my eyes. My heart hammered in my chest from drastic trepidation, as well as knowledge that I had entirely lost my common sense.
The current in the air finally stroke me forcefully, powering me to lose my steadiness. I tipped over reprehensibly, diving below in mid air. Time was at a lost in my psyche; nothing was unambiguous in the least, other than it all being extremely mind-boggling.
What I did...it was not human. It was a sinister callous act that can never be forgiven. Now the only questions I ask are how did I do it? Why did I do it?
I still seek a response to the unanswerable, that may perhaps mark me until the occurrence of my death.

The atmosphere was murky black, complimenting the menacing blood that leaked from my battered skin. Open lesions like no other were on my body, unfathomable with immeasurable gashes. If truth be told, it appeared as an astonishment to me to know that I was still alive - taking in consideration the structure I was in. A form that was intolerably grotesque.
From my elevating plunge, I stared glumly at the sky through my light auburn eyes. They would not seal themselves, no matter how hard I tried. I took in the view of the illuminating stars that swept across liberally.
While doing so, blood shattered its way away from my features. Especially from the vast tear on my forehead, that distorted my visions. All that was left to observe then was the color red...a color I despise. Its stench was a murderous acid, and the look of it was enough to get me under the weather. The fact that it was even on my skin, (or what was left of it) implanting its way onto my flesh, sent a desperate urge through my being. In that moment, I craved the will to swiftly conclude my life.
The worst part was...the blood wasn't all mine. I knew it was not, for it was the blood of those whom I may now never fail to remember.

Thump -

My body slammed against the ground, with not only a thunderous piercing thud, but was also accompanied with highly aching pain. Pain that splattered all the blood I had remaining into the open, scattering them atop the pliable grass. I could not shriek, on behalf of my throat being carved open. Revealingly exposed, I saw the dented white bones within my own gullet.
I knew I breathe my last breath that day, for no one could survive such a brunt. I scarcely had any time left to mentally think of my final words, other than the words I had believed my whole existence...

"The tainted darkness within my heart is as black as the night sky.
Devastation floods me, making me want to cry.

Isolation from others, as far as I can be.
That way darkness enlightens me, enabling me to see.

Disappearance from this world will be my salvation.
That way I can drench myself in my own hatred.

They say "life's what you make it," well how about mine?
Mine is endless pain, that passes on with time.

The tainted darkness within my heart is as black as the night sky.
Devastation floods me, making me want to cry.

Isolation from others, as far as I can be.
That way darkness enlightens me, enabling me to see.

This is why hatred's apart of me."

After I had said the words I frequently repeated my whole life, I faded away towards a rapid agonizing death.

Or so I though...