A Joyless Memory

Why do people try to mend us? Even though were not broken. Where not fragile, where not glass. We don't shatter when we fall. So why do we were our scars? Why do we show how weak we can be, how human we can be even if were basically emotionless behind a fake smile.

Chapter 1: Imaginary

The rain pelted down on the foggy window. A black shadow hung in the back ground, a shadow of a girl. Blood dribbled down the walls leading to a puddle around two emotionless bodies. The girl walked in slowly turning on the lights, smothering a gasp with her hand.

A lady no older than thirty lay before her, an empty hole where her heart use to be, the organ now smashed and splattered across the room. Next to her, no more than five feet was a young infant the age of three. His head was caved in like he had been repeatedly bashed with a baseball bat. Silent tears ran down the girls face as she took what little possessions she had before running from the scene that was still burnt deep within her mind.

She ran and ran until her lungs almost gave out, doubling over gasping for breath. She turned to try and find any sign of where she was, looking at old buildings and street signs but nothing seemed familiar.

"Are you lost little girl" a voice whispered from the darkness, the voice was so gentle and sweet it may have even came from the heavens itself.

"Y-yes I seemed to have lost my way" she replied with short breath. A shiver ran down her spine as the rain trickled down her back.

"You are not lost girl nor are you found" the voice said again, seeming to get closer every time with every breath she took.

"That doesn't make any sense" the girl said looking around for shelter from the rain. But coming up short, still the area around her was empty almost like a ghost town.

"Neither does life little one" the voice said with a chuckle, its breath running down the girls neck inhaling her sent.

"Enough games show yourself" she heard a quiet sigh next to her ear, a hand gripping her wrist harshly tugging her around. She felt her body freeze at the sight of the women in front of her. Her skin was pale, far too pale to be natural and blood covered her cloths, the women looked…. Dead

The girl tugged her wrist back with a quick twist, taking a couple steps back. "Don't be scared little Seras, I won't hurt you" the girls eyes widened a little bit more to the mentioning of her name. No one knew her name and the only ones that did were currently lying in a puddle of their own blood.

"How do you know my name….. Who are you" Seras's voice came out chocked and covered in fear. The women stepped closer; only under the dim light of the street lamp did Raven see the women clearly. From the left side of her neck to just under her right breast was a deep gash wound, which had little pieces of thread hanging out of the end like someone had tried to stich it back together.

"Y-your dead… T-this has to be a dream… you're not real… you're not real"

"But Seras I am" the women stated walking closer to the shivering girl, reaching out only to have her hand go straight through her. Seras looked up feeling the weird vibe the hand gave off when going through her. Her eyes meeting the dull grey ones of the dead women in front of her.

"Hey would you look over there, another filthy Street rat" Seras turned seeing two teenaged men walking towards her. She would never understand why the modern ages were so cruel to the homeless and the poor. The men kept coming closer, evil grins slowly making their way to their faces the closer they got to the girl. Seras started to feel a small sense of panic as she looked at the two men before turning to the dead women once more. The women looked back at Seras before her face stretched in an insane, gruesome smile, stretching the grey old skin still it looked like pieces of string connecting the two pieces of the mouth together. It was a terrifying and disgusting sight that Seras had to turn for fear she would bring up her lunch.

"They won't hurt you my dear, I'm sure of it" the women said before disappearing into nothing but blacked smoke.

"What do you mean they won't hurt me" Seras cried out before looking back at the two men. Both were looking at her curiously and confused, wondering who she was talking to for there was no one around. The dead women only laughed at the girls fearful face, knowing the men wouldn't get anywhere near the girl even if they were satin themselves.

"You'll see" was all she said to the girl as the men reached out for Seras. They stretched their arms in need to grab the now petrified girl only to press against a hard and invisible barrier. It felt like glass but translucent like air. They pushed harder even trying to through their bodies at it only to be denied by a translucent wall.

"What the hell kind of trick are you trying to pull girl" one of the men yelled quiet loudly in frustration. His face was going red like a fire hydrant about to explode. The other looked vaguely curious about the whole situation before him, for he had never came across anything like this before.

"I'm not doing anything" Seras screamed franticly in desperation as she saw one of the men pull out a gun. It looked like a pistol, only the barrel was longer and slick meant for clean clear shots.

"Well this will get rid of your filthy trick, witch" the man said pointing the gun at Seras before the screeching sound of a gunshot made its way through the air. Seras closed her eyes, waiting for the metal to pierce her skin; the only thing was it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see the dead women in front of her, holding the bullet between her fingers delicately like if it was a piece of thread.

The men looked awe struck for all they could see was a bullet in the air. Seras looked at the women with gratitude for now she owed her life to one of the dead. The women nodded her head slightly to Seras, giving her a toothy grin.

"I told you they weren't going to touch you my dear" the women said turning back to the two men before turning back to Seras "What would you have me do with them, my Queen" the women said before bowing in front of her majesty. Seras on the other hand stood their confused.

"Queen, I'm not a Queen" Seras said casting glances to the woman who was still on her knees. The women sighed hanging her head slightly to the right at an impossible angle making sure you knew she was dead.

"You don't know who you are or what your gift has made you, do you" she said grabbing her hand lightly, not to frighten the girl. She stroked her hand lightly in a calming manner, stroking lightly with her fingertips.

"Have you ever wonder why you could see things, hear things that weren't there. To talk to things that didn't seem neither real nor human, only to have other's pass it off as figments of your imagination" Seras almost seemed emotionless as the women repeated her life or what her life was like to her. She couldn't help but nodded slowly almost like she was in a trance.

"You're the only one who could see us, hear our pleas and now…." The women paused, rising to her feet. Seras tried to tune out the sound of cracking and reforming bones from her ears. All she needed was to chuck to make this one memorable night. "You are forever tied to the dead.." with that the women grabbed Seras's neck, digging in whatever nails she had left drawing blood.

"With this Blood I call upon thy ties of death, may she be possessed by thy powers of death and lost souls, let them cause through her veins" Seras screamed in agony, her skin felt like it was on fire. She even felt tears springing in her eyes but still she denied them freedom. She saw police lights in the distance the only thing was they didn't look like police. She looked up to the sky to see a man in a heavy thick red coat on the distance. Seras could feel herself falling, finally noticing the women's disappearance.

"Catch her" Seras heard a in stronger female voice say in the distance before the pull of sleep was too great. The only thing she saw were the round orange spectacles of a young man that caught her.