To whoever is reading. I am dead. My body was found in my apartment in the bathroom. With slit wrists and a bathtub full of cold water and blood. I'll assume. This is not a 13 reasons why. No. Well perhaps. It was the only way to keep him at bay.
"Him?" you ask? Who's him? The demon that pledged my mind for years. Since I was five in fact a child.
In the beginning.
I was a fine little boy, lived a normal life with my twin brother and two loving parents. Me and my brother happened to be identical, and because of that we were inseparable. Nothing could keep us apart.
Well... That's what I thought.
He got sick... Really. Sick. The doctors could not help him. He died so quickly. But I don't think it was painful. Or maybe I hope it wasn't. He died in the hospital. On the bed. My mother and father never told me though.
For protection? I'm not sure.
They said he was 'sleeping' . Being five I assumed he'd wake up in no time! We will be back to playing in the back-yard in a second. It wasn't a second. He was dead and I was alone. I'd ask my parents when he'd be back.
They only teared up, hugged me closely and said "I'm so sorry." over and over like a trance.
Maybe I should have gotten the hint by then. But I was oblivious.
He did!
He came back two weeks after his death.Full of life once more starry-eyed, just like me. But that wasn't him...
Not even close.
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Crestant's journal
ParanormalThis is a small little passion project of my full of completely original characters a story lines.. This is one of my OC's Crestant though (his real name/birth name when he was alive) is unknown and will not be addressed. This story is going to ha...
