You scream.
And you scream.
And you scream.
For hours.
But no one knows.
As no one can hear you.
Because no one's listening.
You're there alone.
Lost in the darkness.
Darkness you'll now call home.
You've been stuck here for quite some time.
Long enough to where you've lost all hope of finding someone.
Not being alone.
Or even getting out of there.
Everyone you've ever met.
They've never seemed to care that you're missing.
You've been missing for years now.
As you watch them move on with their every day lives, without you.
You realized that they never cared.
It was some lie.
Apart of some fucked up real life fantasy bullshit.
You were there for them when they needed you most.
And for some reason. You're the one left to suffer.
To die alone.
Lost in the darkness that they themselves created.
They just replaced themselves with someone else.
Someone who didn't deserve the pain.
But someone who could also handle it at the same time.
And as you walk that lonely road.
You come to realize that you knew you could handle it all along.
Something that once was there.
Is now gone.
Something that once was draining you of energy.
Is now your battery.
Your lifeline.
The thing that once was an excruciating weakness.
Is now your murderous power.
You'd kill to fulfill that hunger.
And that's the scary part about it.
No one knows just how far you'll go for your bloodlust.
But you do.
And you know how to control it.
