to go back.
Gilder watched as the red tinge faded from the yellow moon, signaling that night had begun. He sighed, and leaned out of the window a little farther, the moon's color reminding him of another part of his past.
I'd eaten and gone to bed, just as Clara had told me to. My mind was strangely blank; I couldn't remember who I was or the details of why I was here. I only knew my name, and how I had gotten to this estate, and that was only because Clara had filled me in.
I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat with full memories of what had happened. My mother and Claudia, being swallowed by the flames caused by the cannonball... Myself, being grabbed and knocked unconscious as I struggled to come to terms with the occurrence.
Try as I might, I couldn't get the images out of my head, and one thought kept circling; it's all your fault, you couldn't save them, you're to blame...
I screamed, trying to drown the thoughts with the volume of my voice. My head throbbed as I stumbled out of bed. My feet carried me down the hall, unable to take it anymore, looking for a way to end the pain. I had no choice. It was a quick, painless death or a brutal one, torn apart by my emotions.
I tripped and fell down a set of stairs. They were carpeted, so nobody heard me. I wanted it that way. If someone discovered me, then I would be stopped.
Getting up from where I had fallen, I looked around. I was in the kitchen. Thanking the moons for bringing me here, I started looking in the various drawers and cupboards, hoping to find what I was searching for. It didn't take me long.
I took out a long knife and pointed it straight at my chest.
I know, I'm cruel. Really short chapter plus major cliffhanger. I'm sorry if the updates have been a little slower (or shorter, for this one) than usual. It's really close to that start of school, (and my birthday) so I'm having a bit of trouble concentrating on writing. Don't worry, I'll be back to longer chapters and quicker updates soon!