Deadly Nightmare (BoyxBoy)

Death is My Friend

Opening my eyes to the place I had seen before, the fire, the darkness, the blood on my wrist, and razor in my hands. I looked up seeing the scythe in my hand realizing that I was in Hell. Hell? Why? What kind of Hell was this? I sighed and stood from where I had been sitting on the ground. Closing my eyes I started walking through Hell and wondered where were all the dead people? I shrugged and just walked till I found an opening of another portal, looking through I saw the inside of my house. Walking through to my living room I sighed "Mom? Dad?" I called out but didn't hear a reply from either of them. I continued through my house looking at everything. It was all in place, looking up to the stairs, hearing a loud bang. My body froze, my heart seemed to have stopped. I started up the stairs watching my steps. By the time I reached my parents room where the sound had come from, everything had gone quite now I could only hear the sound of my own heart beat. It was honestly that loud. I reached out for the door handle, biting down on my lip hard causing it to bleed. I gripped the handle tightly feeling the cold metal press against my skin, slowly I turned the handle, and pushed open the door till I could peek inside and see. I didn't see much, only seeing dark I pushed open the door farther.

"Shane?" Came a soft sweet voice. My mothers voice. I stepped into the room hoping she wouldn't notice the scythe or wings. I looked back seeing they were gone along with the deadly black bladed weapon. "Mom?" I said quietly. No reply so I went farther into the room towards their bed.

"Shane come over here" She said as I came closer to her bed I saw her, her beautiful brown curled hair spread out across her pillow, light blue shining eyes staring up at me, her rosy pink cheeks, and thin pink lips with a smile on them. She had just woken up after I had opened the door, the loud bang was from my moms cat knocking over a few books. I knelt down beside my mom and gently pushed a strand out of her face "Hey mom, sorry if I woke you" I said softly. My mother smiled and gave one of her soft tired laughs, rubbing my arm she closed her eyes "No Shane you didn't wake me, how are you? Is everything alright?" I sometimes hated the way she kept asking me if I was okay. I smiled at her and nodded my head "Yes mom I'm alright"

I walked out of my parents room after talking with my mother. Slowly I stepped down the stairs and stumbled slightly feeling a sudden sharp pain stab through my skull, wincing loudly I put both hands against my head trying not to cry out from the pain. It felt like my head was about to explode all over the walls making a huge mess, I pulled at my hair tears welling up in my eyes. "St-Stop it..c-come on..pl-please stop.." I whimpered. The pain stopped after what seemed like hours though it had only been a few minutes. I coughed into my hand several times wincing with each cough hoping I wasn't dying right here in my own house. My coughing slowly subsided, spit and blood covered my hand now. "Lovely.." I said quietly standing up glad I hadn't vomited when I stood.

I sighed softly rubbing the back of my head with my clean hand then winced softly. I heard voices, words being spoken to me in my head. I stood silent listening to the voices yelling at me, screaming now. The voices were telling me to kill someone. Kill! Kill! Kill!. I cried out and fell onto my knees my eyes turning a dark blood red, the scythe appeared in my hands, the dark black wings appeared spread out across my back. Who was I suppose to kill? The only person home was my mother. I heard the voices telling me 'Kill her..do it! She's the one...kill her'

Walking back up to my mothers room I kicked down the door a deadly set glare in my eyes. I went straight over to her, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "Shane? Shane what are you doing!?" She cried sitting up while I raised the scythe high above my head, bringing it down I sliced her chest open blood splattering across the walls. Again I brought the scythe down, up, down. Spraying blood all over the walls and myself. When I stopped my mother was nothing but a bloody mess. What had I done. By the time I had come to and saw the mess I to had become a wreck tears streaming down my cheeks, chocking on sobs, coughing up blood, and screaming.