Reagan sat alone at home were her screams were silent but her mind violent. Her insecurities hid deep inside and they did indeed eat her alive. A tear ran down her face as her heart Began to race.
"What's happening to me?" I asked myself.
I wasn't closed to being sad or mad. I was just blank. Then tears escaped my eyes.
Reagan became naturally 'blood bound' . Bound by blood; tears shed for the lost one. Searching aimlessly for comfort . Life and death cannot see heart to heart....
Reagan laid in bed, trying to talk and express Gerald but she didn't know exactly where to start.
I laid in bed suicidal thoughts swarming my head , I had yet to be fed. But, I pushed them away . A body is meant to live in not to destroy. I started talking. I just wanted someone to talk back.
" we've all got secrets..... So what's yours?... Mine is I love doors. I love shutting them so no one can see me and when I open them no one knows what happen before... I can be on the fourth floor and shut the third door and then secrets develop even more." I said.
Eventually, I got some food on my stomach and just bounced around the house a while. I grabbed a journal and headed to that room that had a big fireplace and that giant, to-big-for-a-human chair. When i came in the room I sat down and started a fire in the firer place because it was always cold, but cozy in here. I flipped open a journal and read, and read, and read. Then after a few hours I put the book away and went to the window in the kitchen. It was raining. Raining hard, really hard. Then This made me think about something. Today's there's a fenural and its raining, so put two and two together and it's like this. Somedays the sky cries tears of rain and that's how's that we are in so much pain, that we just haft to let it all out.
I could relate to the rain. I use to sing a song to the rain,but not I respect it. Long for it. It respects the dead. With silence and tears. Endless tears.
Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday.
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Mom and everyone got back at nine o'clock. They were all tired so they went to bed. I put on a shirt and jeans along with my waterborne and went for a night walk...
I strolled around unfimilar corners and walked on streets that were undone to me. I came into town and continued on the various sidewalks past stores and people. I watched the neon lights of a bar flicker pink to green and green to blue. I stared across the road at a gas says toon that was closed, but still lite.. I kept walking unsure to where I was going, all I knew is my legs weren't tired and neither was I.
I came across Thai gravel road and it was foggy. The mist made my nose wet, but I continued to walk on the wet rocks. I kept walking, maybe slower maybe faster. I felt like I was in slow motion from the time I stepped on this road, but I was at the end in no time. I was once again back on a regular street. I started walking normal again. And these people wet walking on the streets,too. They had axes in they're heads and blood on they're clothes. Most were just walking in silence others were screaming. A women had her baby in a plastic, see thru bag filled with water . She kept asking where her baby was and if someone could help her find her baby. I stared them all down in terror. I stared at my phone and it was 12:02 Am . Wowza, I've been gone a pretty long while, I guessed. I walked down this street and finally realized and remembered what gran said. ' you'll start seeing in Monday' gran said.
Today is officially Monday. So these people are the dead. It creeps me out.
I realized that every soul tonight is having an Emotion Flood. It made me think about they're problems. Myimd was full with some many things like how they died, why they died and what happen in they're lives. I could see every word said to them and every word they said.
We're all having an emotion flood.
Shadows of the night full us with fear, as we walk in our covens with death so near. They cry and scream with stains of blood and I walk home feeling smug, because tonight we're having an emotion flood.
