Mystery P.O.V.
It's so dark. I hate it. I hate everyone... Except for THEM.
I dream of them- - my head, aches, making me want to scream.
My voice echoes in the room. Wich is cushioned, in dark colors of paint. Those stupid people thought that leting me paint my so-alled-room, would make me feel calm. Familiar. Well, they were freakin' wrong.
Someone knocks on my door before entering it, I don' look up, as I scatch my bed, with my sharp pencil.
I hoarse voice, warns me, "Your child, she knows of your exsistence."
I look up with crazed eyes, and reply, "Old man, of whom you speek of? I care with little sanity I have left."
The old man, has grayed eyes, and his body is cloaked in darkness. He chortles, "I see... I hope you remember, woman. Who you were."
I close my eyes, my body shakes in the darkness. I Begin to scream, my mind crumbles, as I try to recall my past. The old man tsks sadly.
I screech out painfully, my body rocking back, and forth. "I can not REMEMBER! Who am I? What am I?" I cried out.
Another voice enters the room, You will never remember, you horrid human!
I look around the room to see no one, but the old man. Ah, it's THAT voice again. My other self.
I whisper, "Why are you INSIDE me?"
Because I am you, but not you., It replies angirly.
"Why do you hate me, if you, are me?" I shriek.
Because you stupid human, KILLED HIM!, The voice growls out at my in hatred.
"Killed who?" I ask, child-like.
MATE! You killed him, bitch., The voice cries.
Tears fall down my face, unconsiously, and my fingrs brush them away, confusedly. I ask, "What is a mate?"
The voice pounds inside my head, and sneers, Why don't you try to remeber?
I scream, as the voice tears through my brain, and unlocked memories flow through me. I scream as the tears turn into sobs. I scream as I start to remember. I scream knowing that I was-became- someone crazy.
The old man comes up to me, his gray eyes, looking at me in sympathy, and love. He pats my head and he proclaimed, "Oh, my dear child. I hope you will one day remember, your own brood. However, I do not pity you, for this is what you deserve, and I hope the goddess will forgive you."
Then he disspears into the darkness, and once again, i'm alone. I shake with fright, as the voice taunts me with all the memories, that swallow me whole.
When I fall I asleep, I dream of myself... Covered in blood.
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