Innocence Impaired

Red, crimson red, dark crimson blood red was everywhere. Splattered over the walls, flickers of it had dried thickly on the once white carpet, the smell once it had finally reached him, almost forced him to his knees it was so strong.

The smell of excretion, rotting flesh and other disgusting stenches that turned his stomach so that he had to look away from the scene and lent against the wall, eyes stinging, nose and throat ripped raw and he expelled what little was in his stomach.

Tears dripped down his face from his glassy eyes as he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his school jumper and took half a step forward unable to take in what he was seeing.

She lay with her back to him, she was here! She was here! Why was she here? Why was she covered in blood, was it her blood? Who did this to her? Why did they do this to her?

Her body was resting in a patch of blood soaked carpet, her blonde locks were split into two plaits, she was lying on one, he could see the tip of it drenched and copper looking whilst the other hung over her back loose as if someone had grabbed at it.

She laid unmoving as he moved towards her, unable to speak he crept closer until he dropped to his knees and gently turned her over to face him, with a heart wrenching cry he shoved himself away from her landing on his bum as he shuffled back from her form, blood soaked into his trousers and as he moved he stained the carpet with the mess.

His chin wobbled as fat crystals of tears fell thick and heavy as her lifeless eyes burned into his memory, he whimpered and clutched handfuls of his hair in despair, he pulled his knees to his chest and screamed, the pain he was feeling was worst than any beating he had ever than in his life.

He couldn’t move, he felt paralysed as a guttural moan of agony left his throat, he couldn’t look up, no, he refused to look up and see the blue bruised flesh, he refused to look as the whitey milkness of her right cheek and the red and rotting of her left. The bleeding of her left eye, he couldn’t look up and compare it to the crystal blue of her right one.

No, he had to look up; she needed him to look up. She needed him to look at her; she needed him to save her and he needed her to save him.

He looked up between his finger at the mutilated figure that was his friend and got to his knees with another cry of despair, crept closer to her body, no to her body that would imply she was dead, dead for good.

“Amy,” he sobbed out. “Amy wake up,” he hesitantly put a hand on her un-bruised cheek, his throat and voice both raw with screaming and emotion. “…Amy…wake up…we gotta go…Amy…” his chin wobbled with every word he spoke.

“Amy wake up- you sa-said you’d save me...you promised- you can’t die!” he screamed again and curled an arm around her waist as he buried his face in her white porcelain shoulder, his whole frame shook from his sobs and he shrieked a haunting shriek all the while never noticing the faint purple light that had surrounded the pair.

“You can’t die!” his voice broke and the aura that surrounded them left him and shot forward into her turning a light blue as it struck her, the little blonde girl sat up and screeched.