• Death tears

    There I was standing dead still when I heard crying in the next room of my new apartment. As I crept over to the other room; I carefully opened the door when I saw a beautiful little girl curled up in a ball on my couch crying. She had silky long black hair and was wearing a long white sleeping gown. She looked up at me as I neared her; her eyes were an ice blue filled with sadness, yet somehow mesmerizing. Her skin was as white as paper, with ruby red lips glistening in the light. The little girl looked at me with her mesmerizing eyes and whispered “where is he?” she hadn’t moved an inch when I realized she was right next to me looking at me with frightened eyes, whispers once more “where is he?”

    I hadn’t seen her for two months after that but I had a feeling like that little girl was watching my every move of every day. It was uncomfortable for the longest time, but I had gotten use to the feeling.

    4 months later

    Every now and again I would try and communicate with the child. She would show up at the weirdest times and repeat that same line over and over again. Until I had finally been able to talk to her. She says her name is Kirakai. She has been searching for her father since he disappeared three years ago