It started with a fever. I thought I had the flu but it wasnt that. I had these vivid tormented dreams about hell. I was trying to save someone who lost their way. I couldnt get to them. Each them I tried and wake up hot with burning red skin. This is hard to do since im already very brown but I finally saved him. When I woke up my bed was smoking from my body being on fire. I looked over to find the little girl I saved holding my hand. I sat up to touch her face. She doesnt talk but I named her Rain. I dont know what to do with her so when people ask about the randon 6 year old girl in my house and my lack of bed I say I saved an angel from hell. My daughter Rain.
I thought the drugs were working. I feel numb and empty yet I could tear my skin off. Between my mom and my fiance I could hang myself. Yeah they would be sad but people who drive you to the brink of insanity are never truly sad. You are never the victim just to weak to not do it. I may need stronger meds. These arent working anymore. Can you be numb yet in agonizing pain? I might just runaway. Seems easier.
I was afraid to swim my whole life and I never knew why so I decided on one summer day to take my first swim with some friends. I was extremely nervous and the water was freezing. I stepped my toe in the water and walked in slowly. Once the water was up to my neck I moved my arms and legs. It seemed simple enough and I was getting comfortable until something grabbed my leg. It felt like daggers dragging across my legs as I struggled to breathe air. I scream and cried as one of my friends swam to save me thinking I was just in a panic. I was pulled under the water and finally I saw it. The creature couldnt be described but it was like a giant black shadow with eyes. It had multiple arms grabbing every part of my body to drag me down. I felt someone grab me from above. The creature fought to keep his grip as I hit it with all I had until it let go. When I finally made it back to land I lied there crying with my friends holding me. That was the first and last swim I ever had.
I woke up inside a closed container. Maybe a trunk. Im not sure. I have scratches on my arms and face yet I dont know how I got here. I dont have much space to move but my knees are touching the lid. I exhale as I wonder what I did to deserve this shit. Im not claustrophobic. Im sort of glad about that. I can hear screams from outside my containment. One by one I hear lids opening and guns firing. The sound is getting closer then I hear my lid open………..
I heard gun shots and I hid under a table with a long tablecloth. He had a gun that looked like it needed a stand. The rounds per minute was insane for something he held. I only saw his feet and he entered the room. He lifted the cloth to find me and looked up then left. I dont know why he left me alive or if he heard something that made him run away. He was never caught. One day I ran into a guy fitting his description. I touched his arm and he looked at me with a smile. I asked him what made him pick his victims and why didnt he kill me? He said with an honest smile “Freaks need to stick together”.
I want to seduce you and bath in your blood. Thats what I thought when I met you. I didnt want your love just your body and to feast on your soul. Would that be wrong?
I thought for a long time what I should say to you. I cant say sorry or I was wrong because I wasnt yet here I lay on top of your grave wondering how I can be forgiven. How can I move one from this pain? My heart was broken and you didnt care. You hurt me deeply and lied to my face. You cant fix this type of hurt and I can look you in the eyes anymore especially since I buried you alive in this grave I am laying on. You only have a few hours of oxygen left which could be enough time to decide what I should do with you. Your phone rings and I answer it. Its that girl you cheated on me with. We speak. It doesnt go well. I hang up and decide what I should do. I loved you. I really did but now I have to go dig a hole for her. Guilty is guilty. I wonder how long you have been down there now.
Everything is typical like every day. I wake up and go to school. I deal with stupid people and watch their lives within my own but today was different. Someone in class noticed something off. She told me she saw a man at her dorm just watching her like he was studying her. I thought she was just crazy but then I never saw her again after that day. One by one people started to disappear until one day I noticed that man in my classroom. The room went dark but he was still there just sitting among my classmates. I was told by others to never say anything or approach him but I wasnt going to let him scare me so I got up and walked over to him and said “I see you”.
I fell in love with a demon. They call him Death. He creeps through the shadows taking souls one life at a time. He came for me but didnt take mine. He loves me. He loves me deep and hard until the moment of peak in pleasure. I want him forever but I am only mortal and unworthy of such love. I take my own life to be his bride so that we may be together eternally at last.
I thought I would spend the rest of my life in hell. You know burning for all eternity. I was always told that as a child because I didnt believe what they did. I dont like church. I pray and read the bible daily yet churches make me very uncomfortable. They act like they are saving my soul from damnation but they are not. My soul isnt tainted or evil. I have never harmed an animal or child. I am nice to everyone unless giving me a reason not to like Katie. Katie wasnt a nice girl. I remember seeing her beat her dog to death because her boyfriend slept with her friend. I had for sympathy for her but I cried for the dog. Her name was Jewel and I wish I had saved her. She got away with it. She buried her dog and told the police that Jewel ran away. I brought flowers to her grave everyday for a month hoping it would stop the guilt that ate at my heart. It didnt. I knew people like her could get away with murder even if brought to the light so I decided to be justice. I waited until it was night time to knock on her door. I confronted her and hoped she felt bad for what she did. She didnt. She said it was just some stupid dog. That broke my heart so I broke her nose. I watched the blood gush as she screamed for help. I gagged her and drug her outside to the backyard where she buried Jewel. I dug a grave next to Jewel that night and tossed screaming Katie in the hole. She begged and pleaded. I felt nothing for her. I covered the hole only leaving her head out for air…….I am not a complete monster you know.