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The Darkest Hour - Chapter 1, page 2

Slowly with a resounding creaking noise Konno’s mother entered the room bearing a platter of watery mashed potatoes and raw Onions. She hated that dish but ate it everyday because it was the only thing they could afford. Her mother had lanky grey hair that came down in thin strings to her shoulders, exaggerating her worn body and the dark circles under her eyes from rummaging though dumpsters all day looking for recyclables to pay for their next ‘meal’. “Eat.” The mother said wryly gazing apon her daughter who looked away from the food. “I said eat! I worked all day to get you this!” She screamed angrily, tears beginning to swell in her eyes from a mixture of sadness and frustration. They never had very much and one day she hoped to present a feast but in her heart knew that such a thing would never happen to those as unfortunate as them. Konno looked to the dusty floor she sat on and did not reply to her mother who screamed “FINE!” before storming out and roughly slamming the door shut behind her making the ceiling and walls shake, loosening the dirt and old decayed wood from the rafters causing it to fall on Konno’s down cast head.

The Darkest Hour - Chapter one, page one.

*plip* *plip* *plip* The grey rain had finally eased after hours of continuous pouring, but still a thick and bitter fog lingered over head, desperately clinging to ground. A dark haired woman with tattered rags for clothing snarled out the window, as if by doing so the smog might be frightened away, grudgingly she turned to look at her depressed room. In the far corner an old mattress lay in a broken and splintering bed frame, the ends of sharp metal springs pushing up though the torn cloth; an old beaten wardrobe sat against the end of this bed, the legs had all been snapped off, it was missing all but two battered drawers, it’s varnish chipped and flaking. With a heavy and drawn out sigh she slid down the old white-washed walls and dropped to the floor disturbing a patch unsettled dust.
“I hate this place…this house, this city, this world, this life.” She murmured angrily under her breath. The entire world was so dreary, so bleak and dead…Nothing good ever happened here, nothing new, nothing. ‘Konno Emi.’ Was her name, but other then her deranged mother no-one ever used it. Was this it? Was this all that was left for her? Was this the only thing her life had planed? So many questions and yet only one answer. Yes. It seemed as though this was it for her. But perhaps, just once before the end came to claim her…she might go beyond this city drowned in tears and vengeance.