Come out, come out, wherever you are

COCOWYA [01]

Just a reminder that this is no longer in the watty awards. Winners will be anounced in December (I think) and there is no way this story will be finished..

Also, there may be a lot of spelling and/or grammar mistakes, but please stick with me! Im short on time, and my parents get real angry when they see that im writing, so I have to be as fast as possible when im on. But still, enough excuses haha. I know you dont want to hear them lol, so HERE YOU GO!!

Chapter one ;)

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Mum is dead, dad is gone, and I have nothing left.

Nothing left to lose.. Nothing left to give...

But everything left to take.

I sighed heavily, my breath blowing out small ringlets in front of me into the chilly night.

'Time heals all wounds'. A lie told by millions and believed by countless fools. Time does not heal wounds. No - time deepens wounds. Time just gives you longer to think about everything that's happened to you, everything that you've done. Time doesn't make you stronger; it weakens you.

It changes you.

It makes you someone you never believed you could be. Whether good or bad, you change into something different.

In my case, the change was bad; evil.

The change was horrible, turning me into the sort of messed up monsters that you only ever see starring in all of the most famous horror movies.

I loved the change.

It brought out something within me. It made me powerful.

A small smile slipped onto my lips as I approached the door to the 'Ol' Drunk' bar. I wasnt in the mood to be surrounded by people, but I needed something to calm me down. If I wasnt calm, I would end up doing somthing terrible. Trust me, doing terribe things doesnt worry me at all, but the people around the town would start to get more and more suspicious. I didnt need that. And I especially didnt want to give them any more reason to talk to me. I liked being left alone. I liked being a reject, a loner. I'd had friends back in my highschool days, but all they had done was betray me. So, now it was payback time.

Time for revenge.

No. No, stop! No more revenge. I was done with revenge. I couldnt keep doing the things I was. One day soon I was going to get caught, and only then would I realise what Id really done.

I wouldnt be able to handle it.

Maybe just one more person? Maybe just one pathetic life? What about.. Matt Lifeton?

My head swirled dizzily as I pictured his nearly lifless form lying on the ground in front of me. I would put my foot on his stomach and push down as far as I could on his freshly made wound, just to hear the sound of his scream. I would store the cry of pain into my memory so that I could relive his moment of pre agony when I needed power the most. I would pull my foot away growl down at him just to make him cringe. He would cry out again as his jerky movement would make him stretch his worn down body. I smiled as I imagined him taking his last breath. His chest would rise high, but would never completely fall.

He would choke on his own breath.

He would die.

I would grin down as his still body and ask him if he regretted doing the things he had done to me. Then I would laugh as I got no response.

A cold gust of wind blew violently down the streetw, hitting me sraight in face, bringing me back to reality.

Ugh, reality.