Post by fecal lord on Aug 31, 2015 23:07:33 GMT
Title: [Why?]
You know... I never really thought about my life until now. Most was hell, but in these lasting moments I have with you guys. I will share my thoughts. It's not like they say.... Suicide isn't painless... I lay here in my own blood, finding my wrist slit thanks to my moments... with that thing. I can't afford to live a life on this earth anymore. I want it all to end. I-It.... all started with my dad and my mom... Constant pressures... They always fought and had big arguments, mainly ending up with things cluttering the floors and tables turned over. It was just so stressful.... I use to hide in my closet and wait for the arguments to pass. I always payed attention to the sound of glass shattering which usually ached me to my bones... Scared out of my mind that one of my parents had killed each other. They didn't.. but well... Nearly... I remember Mom being sent to the hospital one time with a deep cut in her arm that ran down the length to her elbow. Blood pouring out, She was rushed to the hospital that same day and came home later that afternoon. My dad has told me it was just anger. I use to have trouble sleeping at the thought of them fighting. So yeah... my childhood wasn't average... It was stolen. It was one day my dad came home from work. I was sitting in the living room watching Netflix, yeah, I liked to watch 'LOST'. My dad came in through the door with his usual ranting about how the house smelt funny... How mom hadn't picked up after herself. Dad generally liked me, I feel it was his soft spot... But he could never stand the sight of my mother. It was just so out of place for him dislike her. They loved each other at the beginning, why start with all the fussing? Not even I knew... The usual fights had begun, with uhm- not enough time to hide in my closet, I was forced to watch. But I saw it.... Or a-at least I think I did.... out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something.. I wasn't quiet sure so I gave it another look... There it was... in the image of the decorative mirror, I saw a grotesque humanoid figure, A glimpse spread across its face as it stared my dad. It's skin a molten yellow with no hair at all, It looked disgusting... W-what was worse... It had a grin across its face as it stared at my dad. The presence brought my on edge.. I won't forget what I saw. Oh- those fucking hands they were disgusting! Caked with blood and no remaining fingernails it was something disgusting, like a decomposing corpse. It payed no attention to me. Instead it focused on my Father who was screaming at my Mom... I felt like somehow this... thing was ruining my fucking life and had every intent to cause havoc. I sat helpless, watching my mother enter the room. She seemed terrified at her own husband as if his mere' presence was shocking enough. My father took the moment to slap my mother across the face. She sprawled across the floor, holding her cheek in pain. I turned from her, towards the mirror again that faced my father... It was looking at me now. I fucking high tailed from the room, only too hear an ambulance only 2 hours later... I was scared fucking shitless... I sat in my room all that night unable to sleep considering the figure I had saw... The grotesque appearance. It's fucking appearance... I can't get over it. I finally drifted to sleep that night, waking up at nearly 7:00 in the morning. I turned to get off of the bed. Climbing off- when something caught my eye... My mother's corpse on the floor. How- the FUCK?! WHAT? I was fucking scared, didn't I hear an ambulence?.... WHY? HOW COULD MY FATHER DO THIS? WHY.... I stumbled into the bathroom, having thought of that creature from yesterday.... I picked up a knife from the drawer... Then it hit me.
Heh.... That demon was influencing my father...
Well...
Pain is alive.
*THE END*
