Post by Elassa on May 2, 2005 19:13:10 GMT -5
I figured I could try out my writing here. So here goes...
I was standing in an empty, blank room when she came in. She was about my height and weight with shoulder-length black hair. Her eyes were dark and her skin was pale. She was dressed completely in black and had scars all over her arms. She looked at me and told me of a life-changing experience.
"I live with my two younger brothers and my mother." she said, "I don't like seeing them in pain, but I do like pain. I enjoy cutting myself just to feel the pain and see the blood. My family doesn't know I like my pain. They think that I cut because I'm angry or depressed and that I need help. When I cut myself, it feels good. It feels good to know that I can cause my own pain and others can't. I also enjoy the sight of blood. It gives life and it stands out so well on my skin. It's like a red beacon in the cold night. Blood is fun. But one day, blood wasn't fun anymore." She turned and I followed her, as if being pulled.
She was sitting on her bed in the dark, as usual. She started cutting her arms with a long knife. She looked into the darkness and spoke.
"Why are they here?" she asked the darkness. It didn't answer, so she asked again.
"Why are they always here in that corner? They never leave that corner. They just stand there and glow! Why are they in my room?!" she asked desperately.
I looked to the corner she was now pointing to and gasped. In the corner of her room were five men in white. They were glowing with an internal light, and they held swords. At once I knew what they were, but I didn't tell her. They were angels. I looked back at the girl and she was staring at me.
"What are they?" she asked, fear in her voice.
I couldn't tell her. I couldn't even speak. She shook her head and curled up under he blankets.
Just as she fell asleep she heard two screams, one right after the other. She bolted up and looked around her room, stopping at her door. It was open. She had shut it when she came in to go to bed. She ran into the hallway and nearly knocked her mother over. There was a noise in the kitchen and they two looked at each other. They ram into the kitchen, checking windows and doors as they went. When they got to the kitchen nothing was wrong. Their cat was sitting on the counter in front of the wooden cutting board. It jumped to the floor, revealing what was behind it. Her mother screamed and nearly fainted at what she saw. Stuck into the cutting board was a blood-drenched meat cleaver. There was another scream and the girl ran into her brother's room. He was older than the other. She flipped the light on and looked around the room.
"Why did he do it?" he shouted at her.
Confused, she pulled his covers off and screamed. His leg was missing. It had been cut clean off and now what was left of it was shriveled up. There was blood everywhere.
"Why did he cut my leg off? WHY?!" her brother screamed at her, but she never answered. She was already halfway to the other boy's room. He was deathly quiet and she became terrified. She turned his light on and looked at him. He was pale and covered in sweat. She yanked the sheets off of him and saw more blood. His arm was missing. In its place was a shriveled stump.
Her mother came running up to her and told her to get her shoes and coat. They were going to the hospital.
"All the doors and windows are locked and intact, mom." she said through trembling lips.
"I know," her mother replied, "Just get your shoes and coat."
She ran to her room and stopped at the doorway. She didn't even cross the threshold, but she knew. She shrieked and her mother was there instantly.
"He's in my room! I know it! I can feel him!" she shouted.
Her mother turned her light on and they both searched her room. Nothing was in her room. Her mother told her it was just nerves and walked down the hall to help the two boys. The girl turned the light off and was immediately stricken with terror beyond description. The door shut behind her and she jumped. Her corner was glowing more than normal and the angels were looking very alert, hands on their swords. The head angel had his sword out and was staring directly at her.
"Please help me! He's going to kill me, please!" she pleaded. The angel only stared at her.
"Will you help me?" she asked.
Slowly, the angel shook his head, looking sad.
"What do you mean by that?! You won't help me?" she demanded, "Why not?!"
The angel shook his head again and glanced at the ceiling.
Realization hit her like a brick and she screamed, "JESUS! HELP ME!"
At once, the angels lept from the corner of the room and started slashing shadows into pieces. Screams that could make your blood run cold filled the small room. A demon covered in cuts and oozing blood materialized from the shadows, smiling maliciously. He jumped at her with a bloody knife in his hand. All of the angels stopped and looked to their leader for the signal to fight for her. He held up his hand and shook his head sharply. This was her fight. It was her demon to defeat.
They fought for what seemed like hours. The girl finally gained the upper hand and slit the demon's throat with his own knife. The angels finally moved. Two moved about the room, disposing of the bodies. The other three took up stations around her room. She looked at me as if she just noticed I was there. "Blood isn't fun anymore." she said, her voice trembling. Her body shaking, she picked up her shoes and coat. She walked from the room to take her brother's to the hospital, trusting the angels to keep her house safe.
I was standing in an empty, blank room when she came in. She was about my height and weight with shoulder-length black hair. Her eyes were dark and her skin was pale. She was dressed completely in black and had scars all over her arms. She looked at me and told me of a life-changing experience.
"I live with my two younger brothers and my mother." she said, "I don't like seeing them in pain, but I do like pain. I enjoy cutting myself just to feel the pain and see the blood. My family doesn't know I like my pain. They think that I cut because I'm angry or depressed and that I need help. When I cut myself, it feels good. It feels good to know that I can cause my own pain and others can't. I also enjoy the sight of blood. It gives life and it stands out so well on my skin. It's like a red beacon in the cold night. Blood is fun. But one day, blood wasn't fun anymore." She turned and I followed her, as if being pulled.
She was sitting on her bed in the dark, as usual. She started cutting her arms with a long knife. She looked into the darkness and spoke.
"Why are they here?" she asked the darkness. It didn't answer, so she asked again.
"Why are they always here in that corner? They never leave that corner. They just stand there and glow! Why are they in my room?!" she asked desperately.
I looked to the corner she was now pointing to and gasped. In the corner of her room were five men in white. They were glowing with an internal light, and they held swords. At once I knew what they were, but I didn't tell her. They were angels. I looked back at the girl and she was staring at me.
"What are they?" she asked, fear in her voice.
I couldn't tell her. I couldn't even speak. She shook her head and curled up under he blankets.
Just as she fell asleep she heard two screams, one right after the other. She bolted up and looked around her room, stopping at her door. It was open. She had shut it when she came in to go to bed. She ran into the hallway and nearly knocked her mother over. There was a noise in the kitchen and they two looked at each other. They ram into the kitchen, checking windows and doors as they went. When they got to the kitchen nothing was wrong. Their cat was sitting on the counter in front of the wooden cutting board. It jumped to the floor, revealing what was behind it. Her mother screamed and nearly fainted at what she saw. Stuck into the cutting board was a blood-drenched meat cleaver. There was another scream and the girl ran into her brother's room. He was older than the other. She flipped the light on and looked around the room.
"Why did he do it?" he shouted at her.
Confused, she pulled his covers off and screamed. His leg was missing. It had been cut clean off and now what was left of it was shriveled up. There was blood everywhere.
"Why did he cut my leg off? WHY?!" her brother screamed at her, but she never answered. She was already halfway to the other boy's room. He was deathly quiet and she became terrified. She turned his light on and looked at him. He was pale and covered in sweat. She yanked the sheets off of him and saw more blood. His arm was missing. In its place was a shriveled stump.
Her mother came running up to her and told her to get her shoes and coat. They were going to the hospital.
"All the doors and windows are locked and intact, mom." she said through trembling lips.
"I know," her mother replied, "Just get your shoes and coat."
She ran to her room and stopped at the doorway. She didn't even cross the threshold, but she knew. She shrieked and her mother was there instantly.
"He's in my room! I know it! I can feel him!" she shouted.
Her mother turned her light on and they both searched her room. Nothing was in her room. Her mother told her it was just nerves and walked down the hall to help the two boys. The girl turned the light off and was immediately stricken with terror beyond description. The door shut behind her and she jumped. Her corner was glowing more than normal and the angels were looking very alert, hands on their swords. The head angel had his sword out and was staring directly at her.
"Please help me! He's going to kill me, please!" she pleaded. The angel only stared at her.
"Will you help me?" she asked.
Slowly, the angel shook his head, looking sad.
"What do you mean by that?! You won't help me?" she demanded, "Why not?!"
The angel shook his head again and glanced at the ceiling.
Realization hit her like a brick and she screamed, "JESUS! HELP ME!"
At once, the angels lept from the corner of the room and started slashing shadows into pieces. Screams that could make your blood run cold filled the small room. A demon covered in cuts and oozing blood materialized from the shadows, smiling maliciously. He jumped at her with a bloody knife in his hand. All of the angels stopped and looked to their leader for the signal to fight for her. He held up his hand and shook his head sharply. This was her fight. It was her demon to defeat.
They fought for what seemed like hours. The girl finally gained the upper hand and slit the demon's throat with his own knife. The angels finally moved. Two moved about the room, disposing of the bodies. The other three took up stations around her room. She looked at me as if she just noticed I was there. "Blood isn't fun anymore." she said, her voice trembling. Her body shaking, she picked up her shoes and coat. She walked from the room to take her brother's to the hospital, trusting the angels to keep her house safe.
Twyrch /|\
