The Past Burns

I didn't realize what was taking place. I just recall waking up to see Vincent's face. Flames were here and there and the smoke filled up the room making it harder for me to breathe. Vincent tripped, dropping me as he fell alongside me. I slowly started pulling myself up while coughing from the smoke. I had no other decision but to cover my mouth with my sleeve. As I paused in the middle of the previously gorgeous entryway of the manor, my eyes widen. The fire consumed the wooden staircase, blocking the way back upstairs. I heard glass shatter from the window by the front door. It was a torch, someone was deliberately catching our home on fire. This enraged me but Vincent's voice took me and my attention turned to him.

"Sky... Get out of here. It's not safe- " his own coughing interrupted him. I guess the smoke was getting to him too. I bent down and grabbed his hand "I'm not leaving you, you're coming with me!" I replied. Vincent shook his head and pointed towards the window. I took a quick glance and looked back at him "so?" I asked.

"It's daylight… I'll burn to death…" he replied and coughed once more.

Frantically I looked around searching for something to protect Vincent from the sun but everything was being burned by the fire. As the smoke grew thicker, I had no choice but to stay on the ground with Vincent. I could feel my lungs begging me for fresh air but my heart could not leave Vincent. I quickly crawled to the front door and opened it, releasing some smoke and looked around for places Vincent could get shade from. The yard was huge and a lot of the trees were dead, so they couldn't provide much shade. I then spotted a small crowd of people when I looked at the front gate. Those must have been the people who burned the manor and there standing in front of them all as if he was the leader, my father. My blood boiled, I knew he had something to do with this!

Moments later I felt my shoulder being gripped onto tightly. It forced me to turn around and with no time to waste, my lips were being pressed against. I could feel the salted cheeks of Vincents as if he was crying silently.

I kissed him back but a moment later he pulled away and shoved me outside the door, locking it from the inside. It stunned me at what just happened so it took me a moment before I quickly stood up, banging against the door "let me in!! Vincent!! open the door! Please!" I pleaded and begged "Please! Don't do this to me! Vincent!!!" I couldn't hear anything from the other side besides burning wood. My instincts kicked in and I ran to the window, I looked around for anything to break the rest of the glass with so I could fit through. I couldn't find a thing so I used my hand instead. I didn't care how much pain I felt, how much glass that went into my skin, I only wanted Vincent back. Out of nowhere, someone yanked me from the window. My arms were being held back and I couldn't move, this person was stronger than me.

"We're going home son" I heard the deep voice of my father. This man… this man has lost his mind. He really thinks I will go with him after what he did. This man is no longer a 'father' but a demon in disguise. I kicked him in his side to make him let go of me "I told you once and I'll tell you repeatedly, I am NOT going with you!" I yelled. Angrily he grabbed me once more and started dragging me without saying a word. Again, I kicked him and made a run for it but I didn't make it very far. I crashed down as soon as something hard hit the back of my head. I tried getting back up but my vision was blurry and I felt dizzy. I couldn't keep my body up. Moments later I blacked out completely.

After some time has passed, I open my eyes slowly. My head was pounding and my hand was killing me. I looked down at my hand that was still cut up and had glass sticking out of my skin. I had to look away; it was too gross for me to even look at. They cuffed the other hand to the bed I was laying in. I looked around; the walls had old wallpaper just like the ones from my childhood home. The room was small just like my childhood home. Now I knew where I was… back to where it all began... I heard my bedroom door open; it made me quickly sit up and get ready for anything. It was my father holding what looked like a medical kit. He sat down on the bed, so I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn't want to be anywhere close to this demon.

"Give me your hand, You need to get the glass out of your hand," He said reaching out to grab my wounded hand but I pulled away "I'd rather die" I replied in a low tone. Honestly, I wasn't lying. Without Vincent, I feel empty and lonely just like before I met him. My father grabbed my hand anyway and held it down tightly onto the bed. I couldn't move it at all. He pulled out tweezers and quickly I turned away, I couldn't watch. I could feel the pain as he started pulling glass out from my arm. It was as if he was taking my skin with it. My eyes started watering, but I didn't let out a sound. Something told me the demon wanted to hear my screams so I would not give him what he wanted.

"I can't believe after all these years, you still can't act like a man. Stop crying you fucking baby," he stated as he kept pulling glass from my arm with that stupid grin plastered on his face. He really was enjoying my suffering…