I watched as the girl named shadow who had bandaged my wound froze in her place, "Um, miss are you okay" I ask tentatively, "I'm sorry but can I see your collarbone?" she asks, I pause, "Huh?!" I say in surprise, my hand flying up to cover my collarbone, "I just need to see your brand mark" she says in a shakey voice almost as if she was scared. What brand mark? I wonder. I dip the shoulder of my top and to my suprise, there, sitting right above my collarbone was a black brand mark displaying a cross draped in broken chains, though I didn't think it was possible the girl goes even paler, I watch as she curses under her breath before sitting up on her knees, "I need you to listen to me very carefully, because you're not going to like what I'm about to say" she says, her tone suddenly serious, I nod, "You're dead and if that's not bad enough you've been employed as something called a shadow servant, making you kind of like a ghost but with your soul bonded to whoever employs you", I look at her to check if she's messing with me only to see that her eyes are dead serious, once she sees I've registered the information she continues, "I hate to be the one to tell you this but you were employed by people who oppose the idea of shadow servants, these people will occasionally employ shadow servants and then abandon them, leaving them to die in an act of rebellion, that mark on your collarbone is that of there organization". All is quiet as I absorb the information I've just been given. I'm dead, and I've been left to die, I'm dead, and I've been left to die, I'mdeadandI'vebeenlefttodie
I'mdeadandI'vebeenlefttodie
I'mdeadandI'vebeenlefttodie
I'M DEAD. AND I'VE BEEN LEFT TO DIE.
I start to hyperventilate I can't seem to get air into my lungs as the reality of my own demise dawns on me. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmy-.
my destructive train of thought is cut off by the feeling of someone wrapping their arms around me, only then do I realize I've been crying, "It's okay, let it out", I follow her advice and proceed to bawl my eyes out into her shoulder, we sit there, I don't know for how long, my sobs felt like the only sound in the forest as she held me, her arms feeling like my own personal safety blanket, In the back of my mind I wonder how insane I must be to find solace in a stranger, but at that moment I really couldn't care less, I don't know what lies ahead but I do know one thing, this woman, is more then anyones servant.