The Darkness Inside Of Her

Death Cleanses The Soul

×I'm gonna smile like nothings
wrong, pretend that everything's all right, act like its all perfect, even though inside it really hurts....×

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"I can't do this anymore!"

My small possessions in my room are scattered over the floor. They are all broken, or just dirty. I look hideous, I smell hideous, and I feel hideous.

My body is disgusting.

I grab a piece of my broken mirror and slice my arm. Not the way people usually do. Slowly, I feel my arm tingle as the emotional pain subsides and turns in to physical pain. In the darkness of my room, I feel sweet nothingness except for the blood that trickles down my arm and the burning sensation from the cut.

This won't do, I won't die. I want to die.

I try cutting my wrist again, but to no avail do I feel any of myself leave. I wish to be gone. I may not be happy in hell, but it would be better than here.

So I tie a rope around a nearby tree, and then my neck.

Then, I drop.

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As I hear odd sounds, multiple hands grab at my feet. Wherever I am is cold and empty, all but the hands reside there. They drag me in different directions. Left, right, up and down. There was no destination... how could there be?

Then, they all disappear. Gone, just like the darkness at a flick of a switch. One single hand grabs me. It's a strong hand, extremely strong. It's hard and yet it is so comforting. It's as if it wasn't put to work, but still held calluses. It continues to guide me down the darkness. After an eternity of being dragged down by the hand, I find myself stopped. I am no longer in the black whole that engulfed me.

No, I definitely was not. I was somewhere else. It was difficult to know exactly where I was. I walked. This was definitely NOT heaven I can tell you that. Endless piles of skulls and bones where sprawled out. Heaps and heaps of blood and guts and fire. I saw black figures wandering. It was so terrifying yet they seemed so calm. I walked and walked until I could no more. In front of me lies a gate almost half the size of the towering view behind it.

In my view, a huge castle formed. Being the stupid person I am, I walked inside. I didn't care who or what I was about to face. Anything was better then my old life. It's all gone now, Zara. It's all gone.

Yes, my name is Zara. Named after a pixie princess. Pixies weren't even real. Who would be named after a silly old fairytale? My mom loved pixies. She was so obsessed that she decided it was what I should be named.

My mother died, killed by the same murderer who killed my whole family. The murderer did it just to get to me. Get to me, she or he very well did. Whoever it was, was nothing human. What an evil person. Whom is evil that it seemed inhuman. Putting their happiness before themselves, and hurting anyone they felt. I got caught in it all. I should have been dead. Though, that person never could kill me themself. No, that wouldn't have worked. The culprit would have been caught.

Snapping back to the situation I was in, I kept walking. It was so deathly quiet. People are cruel inventions by a person who should not have made me.

"Of course something like you is here. I can't say it was right, but you look horrible." A deep, almost too deep, voice spoke from behind.

I spun around to look for the man of whom spoke to me. "Excuse you?! You realize how much pain I have been through and you can't even give me the decency of showing a tiny bit of sympathy?"

He had grey eyes. His hair was black and stopped at his stomach. It was extremely straight, clean looking at the same time. He wore a black suit.

The hell is someone doing in this place wearing an expensive suit? It's obvious it isn't a Walmart brand.

The smile he had was the part that had my insides twitching.

"Well excuse me but I'm not want to be nice when some people just barge into my castle like this..." His voice breaking.

After I stay quiet for a bit too long, he speaks again.

"Zara, are you capable of answering me?"

"H-how do you know my name?"

"The devil was once an angel, when he was cast out of the heavens he was still granted the knowledge of things like that to know. I know what people are here because of. Whether it's murder or a different sin. I know what people think, and I know what people feel. I even have powers over you."

"Why am I not burning? Why am I not screaming in pain and agony, or roaming the earth in the black shadow that would suit my looks much better? Surely, I am here to suffer. I don't care, just let me be please. Who are you? Why?"

"Oh sweet little Zara", He said stalking towards me," Sweet, beautiful Zara.. Do you really wish to know why?"

"I think I deserve an explanation for once." I huffed.

He rose his thumb and pointer finger up to hold my chin.

"You should not have to have been here. You were once the pure Zara. Now you are tainted. The Zara I knew was pure, sure she was broken , but she was pure. Now, you are the tainted Zara, and you're here with me. Not in heaven , but in hell. If you were not special, you'd be burning like the rest. There will always be something special about you. You may not know now, and neither may I. You and I will know, we will find out. How lucky you are, little Zara." He said, slowly pulling me into his embrace.

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Oh my god guys, I know. I really suck at writing. Hey, I am really trying here okay?

I'm beginning to love my main boy toy though. Dontcha' think? Woot woot.

I know asking this is stupid cuz I have like 0 followers but....

Should I add another boy toy???

Just thought I should ask....

I promise I will try and update as much as I can okay? ;)

Till next time,
Little naive girl 🖤