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FutureForseen · 12-22-2006, 02:34 AM

I wrote this story last year. I hope you enjoy it.

She comes to me at night. From the midst of darkness she is waiting. I don’t know what she wants. I don’t know why she comes. Her long, bony fingers grasp my arm as she slices through my wrist with her sharp, pointed, bone knife. I try to scream but I can’t. So much pain, agony, being inflicted when she’s here.

In the morning fresh blood on my sheets as I prepare for another day of torment. “You’re a Goth, you’re a loser!” they scream in my face as I pass. I see the “populars” surrounded by friends. They stare as I pass. Snicker behind their hands as they watch me.

I have nobody. I don’t want anybody. People just think I’m a weirdo. I can tell people want to know, but nobody knows about her. I can hear her talking, laughing, screaming as she prepares for darkness. Darkness is your friend, I read in books. But no. Darkness is the enemy. Darkness equals pain and anguish. She won’t leave. I can’t leave.

An invisible force is pulling me towards her. Keeping her with me, me with her. Keeping me with a half-rotted skull, the skin peeling slowly off dark eye sockets. That is what I see. She sees fresh meat. More blood needs spilling for her to drink, once a day. With each sip her body glows more and more. Darkness getting darker, brightness getting near-blinding.

She opens her mouth and hundreds of tiny maggots pour out and devour the skin on my calves. “No need for the knife tonight” she cackles as she feeds on the ruby liquid flowing from my severed veins. She starts to walk away as I try to scream. She is laughing. I throw the burning candle next to me at her and one by one, her veins catch fire. The black flames run quickly up her arms and legs, weaving slowly. They reach her heart and she starts to convulse. Slowly, then quicker and quicker. Suddenly all goes quiet. She gives a terrifying scream and explodes, scattering white-hot embers of burning flesh all over my body. The knife she used so many times flies through the air, slices through my stomach and pins me to the wall.

~2 days later~

“ A young fourteen year old girl was found dead in a pool of blood at her home in West Melbourne earlier today. Police are treating it as a suspicious death. Neighbours report hearing screaming the previous night…”

12-22-2006, 02:34 AM	#1 (permalink)
FutureForseen Upright Location: Melbourne, Australia	She I wrote this story last year. I hope you enjoy it. She comes to me at night. From the midst of darkness she is waiting. I don’t know what she wants. I don’t know why she comes. Her long, bony fingers grasp my arm as she slices through my wrist with her sharp, pointed, bone knife. I try to scream but I can’t. So much pain, agony, being inflicted when she’s here. In the morning fresh blood on my sheets as I prepare for another day of torment. “You’re a Goth, you’re a loser!” they scream in my face as I pass. I see the “populars” surrounded by friends. They stare as I pass. Snicker behind their hands as they watch me. I have nobody. I don’t want anybody. People just think I’m a weirdo. I can tell people want to know, but nobody knows about her. I can hear her talking, laughing, screaming as she prepares for darkness. Darkness is your friend, I read in books. But no. Darkness is the enemy. Darkness equals pain and anguish. She won’t leave. I can’t leave. An invisible force is pulling me towards her. Keeping her with me, me with her. Keeping me with a half-rotted skull, the skin peeling slowly off dark eye sockets. That is what I see. She sees fresh meat. More blood needs spilling for her to drink, once a day. With each sip her body glows more and more. Darkness getting darker, brightness getting near-blinding. She opens her mouth and hundreds of tiny maggots pour out and devour the skin on my calves. “No need for the knife tonight” she cackles as she feeds on the ruby liquid flowing from my severed veins. She starts to walk away as I try to scream. She is laughing. I throw the burning candle next to me at her and one by one, her veins catch fire. The black flames run quickly up her arms and legs, weaving slowly. They reach her heart and she starts to convulse. Slowly, then quicker and quicker. Suddenly all goes quiet. She gives a terrifying scream and explodes, scattering white-hot embers of burning flesh all over my body. The knife she used so many times flies through the air, slices through my stomach and pins me to the wall. ~2 days later~ “ A young fourteen year old girl was found dead in a pool of blood at her home in West Melbourne earlier today. Police are treating it as a suspicious death. Neighbours report hearing screaming the previous night…”