Poems from beyond the grave...

Skin

The one who took my family and friends shall suffer the same fate....
The only thought echoed through your head as you remembered the memories

You were strapped to a table, watching the man with the carved smile laughing as he forced you to look above, at your family, your friends and his parents and brother all with carved sadistic smiles, the gaps within their chests were still bleeding, all except his brothers, warm wet tears flowed from your eyes. 'Why...' He just laughed and doused you in gasoline and bleach then he lit you on fire. The memory of feeling your flesh melt and fall as the blood in your veins evaporated and you could feel your bones become crisp and brittle

WHY

The tears began to flood your vision as you ran through the forest, getting away from that maniac who was hunting you.. The memories came again as you sat at the base of a tree, away from harm.

You woke up in the hospital, for the third time, you noticed a box with your name. You opened the package and a black dress, with long black sleeves and a black turtle neck, a long black wig with curls, a mask with a beautifully feminine black smile, brushed into it, the mask also had black lace covering the eyes, so that you could see others but they couldn't see you, along with your kitchen knife and a note, looked back at you. 'Hey, Goodluck finding me. I realize it was a mistake trying to make you as beautiful as me, here are these for you until you feel better' -J, you then realized that you must escape so you dressed and put the wig on, after looking into a mirror, seeing your brown leathery skin, no hair and the skin around your eyes sagging, you ran that night. Away from it all

You swore that night to get revenge. "I swore that night when I looked at their graves that i will find you. I swear to you and myself with every fiber of my being i will make you feel the pain they endured and you forced me through." You lightly touched the mask then you jumped up and stabbed the man who was chasing you, "I WILL KILL YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!" You sighed and sat down then made the tally mark on your arm, with your sharpened weapon then you scratched 'worthless' into your arm, the pain from remembering you couldn't save your parents, your friends, everyone ever close to you. Just laying there helpless. Worthless. Unable to do anything.
"I must keep going, for their sake. And mine." You sighed as the warm liquid dribbled down your arm. "the hunt begins again." you laughed and disappeared into the night, looking and hunt the psychopath who truly murdered the young person known as you.