Chapter Eleven: The Shades That Haunt Me

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Dear Diary,
Things might appear to be looking up but they aren't. My mind is still plagued with the darkness of my past. The nightmares come for me every night, each night getting darker and darker. The fullest of moons, the dark crimson blood, pureness tainted, old naïvety, darkness, pain, horror, torture, broken, rotting thing in my chest, the list could go on and on, my pain never ended, and it douseth shall. Ever.

Crimson. Scarlet. Burgundy. Persian red. Ruby red. Rose red. Maroon. Carmine. Vermillion. Mahogany. Carnelian. Upsdell red. Sangria. Rose madder. Coral red. Falu red. Cherry. Merlot. Garnet. Wine. Current. Jam. Apple. Berry. Lipstick. Brick red. Candy. Blush. Alizarin crimson. Cardinal. Lava red. Fire brick. Rossa Corsa. Chestnut red. Rust. Cerise. Lust red. Amaranth. Vivid red. Electric crimson. Alabama crimson. Redwood. Rose wood. Auburn red. Tuscan red. Folly red. Terra cotta crimson. Raspberry red. Flame red. Blood red. Fifty shades of red, fifty shades to choose from. Fifty shades in all, fifty shades that haunt me. But only one, only one.

- Scarlet Rose

Dear Diary
I'm not insane. I'm not scared. I'm not hurt. I'm not bleeding. I'm not in pain. I don't have a black, decaying, broken heart. I'm not important. I don't exist. My life is nothing. I'm worthless. I deserve to die. I feel nothing. I can't live in this torture anymore. My heart is gone, ripped out of my chest. I can't trust, I live with no heart, therefor I can't and don't deserve love. I'm alone. It's just me and my flames.

I live, but am dead inside.

- Scarlet Rose

Dear Diary,
I can't stop thinking. I can't sleep. Am I truly a freak? Will the voices ever begone? Questions , questions. Thinking. Stop. Insanity. Thinking, thinking again. Love, hate, war, darkness. Optimism crushed. Light banished. Only dark. Only pain. Thinking. Darkness wins. Blood, everywhere. Blood splattered snow. White snow. Pure, tainted. Poison. Laughter. More blood. Red. The shades, the colors, that haunt me. Thinking. Thinking. Nightmares. Dreams. Reality.

Red, the shades that haunt me.

- Scarlet Rose

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