13-06-2011, 07:06 PM
hehe ... am facut o mica povestioara mai scary o.O...hope you'll like it :)
The mystery of the death
"Do you really think it deserves to live? At the end you will forget, you will suffer and you will die.
I remember clearly that pale face, so pale like my heart and so stained of the red of dead like the wounds of my soul. She had a confused and sad look like the darkness of my mind with tears that always appear when she comes.
The first time I met her was in the middle of a strong storm at the end of October when I was 10. There in the darkness of the forest I lived with my mother and father in a small and tumbledown house.
The silence of the night was strongly troubled by the screams of my parents. I was hidden in a corner of my room misunderstanding seriousness of the situation. Suddenly I pluck my courage and I opened the door and I saw him slapping her and then the weak light stopped to watch over us. In the middle of the night she appeared, she raised my parents with an incredible force and crushed their heads and let them sleep in a pond of blood. I stayed still when our eyes encountered, she had a cold and indifferently look, she approached and whispered “Everything will be all right “.
I was ready to die looking into her eyes, but she disappeared in the silent night. After my parents death the mayor took care of me.
Drops of water were knocking at my window and a mysterious crow was staring at me, the wind was blowing faster. This was the second time I saw her, at 14 years old. I looked on the window, she was there watching through flimsy glass of the window on the place I was staying thinking of my revenge, to make her suffer. She turned around and she took a little girl like me and tied her to a linden tree and burned her. The girl was crying, yelling and fighting for her life. I tried to help her , I picked a knife and thrown it through the window which broke in thousands of pieces into her. The knife devastated her face, fragments of her face were disappearing underneath the reddish flesh was trying to find the way to the surface letting the blood to stain her kimono. She disappeared. She appeared in my back and said “ One more try and you will fail ! “ , after this she changed into black butterflies which were flying outside. It seemed strange that nobody saw the incident , the little girl disappeared leaving behind only ash.
Every time her eyes were carrying a bigger suffering than the one I was preparing for her. I was terrified, no, I was confused . I wanted desperately to find out who she really was. Yet at 18 I saw her for the last time, it was a rough time, the rain was falling to break windows and the cool of the night was growing faster. The moon was smiling knowing what will happen.
I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of my room which was small and with no air, the smell of the blood was strong, I could not move .
First I thought that was because of the fear that was raising with no explanation. But later I realized that it was something else. A fresh cut had place on my body. It was deep. I was terrified staying in my bed in my own blood. The time was passing slowly. I closed and opened my eyes to wake up from this nightmare but I realized that it was the reality. Then I heard her. I heard her laugh. In that moment I felt I could move. I got up from my bed touching the walls and drag my feet to open the door leaving a red trace. She passed near me as if I was not there. I tried to catch her, I pulled her long white hair like the snow and curly like the sea waves but she unbalanced, caught my hand and stick her nails in my flesh so hard that the skin fell apart and started to fall red drops and she cracked her head in the corner of the table staying still. I was shocked and I called her “Hey wake up do not make fool of me!â€. She seemed so quiet with her big closed eyes, with her fine pink lips and her opened colored face; she looked like an angel, but I was wrong. Being in my room I looked into the mirror , it was strange because the wounds were deep and I felt only dizzy, my face was horrible with dark circles under my blue eyes and my dark hair was ruffled. I heard a horrible sound. I was looking at her corpse , but nothing , I was looking behind , but nothing. I looked in the mirror and I saw her embracing me .It was hard for me to see what she was doing because the mirror started to crack, anyway I saw her pale smile. She had a sword pointed to my neck, in that moment I realized what fear was. There was a lot of blood and then I understood that throw my body she stuck the sword killing her.
Despite the fact that 4 years passed I still see her, fell her even though is my imagination or the fact that she tried to make me think so. For this I leave a memory of my soul for those who will be concerned for me and do not judge me because I will live with my consciousness very loaded. "
True testimony. It was said that the victim was found in the bathroom in a tub full of blood with this letter in his hands. This is how the death picks its victims.
The mystery of the death
"Do you really think it deserves to live? At the end you will forget, you will suffer and you will die.
I remember clearly that pale face, so pale like my heart and so stained of the red of dead like the wounds of my soul. She had a confused and sad look like the darkness of my mind with tears that always appear when she comes.
The first time I met her was in the middle of a strong storm at the end of October when I was 10. There in the darkness of the forest I lived with my mother and father in a small and tumbledown house.
The silence of the night was strongly troubled by the screams of my parents. I was hidden in a corner of my room misunderstanding seriousness of the situation. Suddenly I pluck my courage and I opened the door and I saw him slapping her and then the weak light stopped to watch over us. In the middle of the night she appeared, she raised my parents with an incredible force and crushed their heads and let them sleep in a pond of blood. I stayed still when our eyes encountered, she had a cold and indifferently look, she approached and whispered “Everything will be all right “.
I was ready to die looking into her eyes, but she disappeared in the silent night. After my parents death the mayor took care of me.
Drops of water were knocking at my window and a mysterious crow was staring at me, the wind was blowing faster. This was the second time I saw her, at 14 years old. I looked on the window, she was there watching through flimsy glass of the window on the place I was staying thinking of my revenge, to make her suffer. She turned around and she took a little girl like me and tied her to a linden tree and burned her. The girl was crying, yelling and fighting for her life. I tried to help her , I picked a knife and thrown it through the window which broke in thousands of pieces into her. The knife devastated her face, fragments of her face were disappearing underneath the reddish flesh was trying to find the way to the surface letting the blood to stain her kimono. She disappeared. She appeared in my back and said “ One more try and you will fail ! “ , after this she changed into black butterflies which were flying outside. It seemed strange that nobody saw the incident , the little girl disappeared leaving behind only ash.
Every time her eyes were carrying a bigger suffering than the one I was preparing for her. I was terrified, no, I was confused . I wanted desperately to find out who she really was. Yet at 18 I saw her for the last time, it was a rough time, the rain was falling to break windows and the cool of the night was growing faster. The moon was smiling knowing what will happen.
I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of my room which was small and with no air, the smell of the blood was strong, I could not move .
First I thought that was because of the fear that was raising with no explanation. But later I realized that it was something else. A fresh cut had place on my body. It was deep. I was terrified staying in my bed in my own blood. The time was passing slowly. I closed and opened my eyes to wake up from this nightmare but I realized that it was the reality. Then I heard her. I heard her laugh. In that moment I felt I could move. I got up from my bed touching the walls and drag my feet to open the door leaving a red trace. She passed near me as if I was not there. I tried to catch her, I pulled her long white hair like the snow and curly like the sea waves but she unbalanced, caught my hand and stick her nails in my flesh so hard that the skin fell apart and started to fall red drops and she cracked her head in the corner of the table staying still. I was shocked and I called her “Hey wake up do not make fool of me!â€. She seemed so quiet with her big closed eyes, with her fine pink lips and her opened colored face; she looked like an angel, but I was wrong. Being in my room I looked into the mirror , it was strange because the wounds were deep and I felt only dizzy, my face was horrible with dark circles under my blue eyes and my dark hair was ruffled. I heard a horrible sound. I was looking at her corpse , but nothing , I was looking behind , but nothing. I looked in the mirror and I saw her embracing me .It was hard for me to see what she was doing because the mirror started to crack, anyway I saw her pale smile. She had a sword pointed to my neck, in that moment I realized what fear was. There was a lot of blood and then I understood that throw my body she stuck the sword killing her.
Despite the fact that 4 years passed I still see her, fell her even though is my imagination or the fact that she tried to make me think so. For this I leave a memory of my soul for those who will be concerned for me and do not judge me because I will live with my consciousness very loaded. "
True testimony. It was said that the victim was found in the bathroom in a tub full of blood with this letter in his hands. This is how the death picks its victims.
S is for the simplety
E is for the extazy
X is just a mark to spot
'Cause that's the one you really want!
That's what i'm talking about! : :X:X:X
To be passionate about yaoi is not a crime !