It has been a couple months since my brother passed on. I remember that day like it was yesterday. He was lying on the floor crying because his tummy hurt; mommy was at work and my daddy had left the room an hour before. I had sat beside him and touched his porcelain skin and watched as the dark blue bruise consumed his belly and arm. I knew it would happen one day, daddy said he’d do it one day.
All and all I felt sad and lonely, my brother was younger than me and I had always protected him from the monsters from outside our closet. Now that he’s gone, I have no one. No one to believe me; no one to protect me. The ach in my heart consumed my mind and brought tears to my eyes. I curled up in my closet and hide away from the world. The emptiness had swallowed my tummy and was pulling me fast into depression when the shadows outside my door grew angry.
My heart beat faster with anticipation and fear. I clung to my legs; they felt wrong out of place, like they had lost all their strength. How long had i been in the closet for? A week? A year? A minute? I can’t remember any more. The shadow growled and yelled my name.
“Amber Lynn! Get your ass out here now!” Suddenly the door opened. My throat hurt and began to make me shake; I was screaming.
“Was this where you’ve been hiding all this time!? Hiding in that damn closet of yours!”
I squeaked, “Yes sir. I’m sorry.” His grip was tight around both my arms; I felt the gravity try to pull me to the ground as my feet dangled below me.
The monster through me down and left me hurt and mangled on the tough ground. I dragged my limp lower half over to where my brother had died and began to sob helplessly. The blood stain still hadn’t come out of the carpet; the tears from the knife and other sharp objects where still there. I felt an arm on my shoulder... I gasped in terror then was soothed by my brothers humming. I felt cold and drained. I couldn’t feel my back or any part of my body except the spot he was touching and my lips. He leaned down and whispered into my ear.
Look into my eyes, sweet child,
Sugar-coated lies compiled
from the deepest place within
my heart that holds the darkest sin.
Follow me into the blackest night,
where goblins and warlocks rule without light.
Succumb to the evil that looms in this place
of devils and demons and those masked with disgrace.
What a lovely place to hide
in the shadows with this deadly bride,
this bride of deadly love.
When I looked up to see my brother, I saw a woman with long black hair and a smile that was warm. I felt like she was going to save me. She took my hand and everything I had had pain in went away. I stood up and hugged her leg. She walked me away as she did I heard a small cry.
“Amber Lynn… I miss you.” My brother whimpered.
“Miss? Can I see my brother?” but she kept walking on. I looked behind me and saw a small boy crying where I had been lying. He had a hand over his eyes and another over a dark body. I tried to run back to comfort my brother but the lady had a tight grip on my arm.
“You can’t return.” She said harshly.
“But…why?” I started to cry.
“I’m Lilith. I’m your new mother.” She smiled and carried me into a dark room; I saw the boy sprout wings and fly away.