She has a dark side, a dark side where nothing grows apart from anger. An anger like no other but she has power. That power is far too strong for her to wield. Instead of using it she became it. Her anger makes her grow powerful but her heart is as pure as gold it is the only thing that has not turned on her nor evil.
Her heart is getting haunted by darkness. She feels her heart crawling up her throat, trying to escape its prison of heartbroken loneliness and pain.
Her soul is nothing. It is broken up into a million pieces in fact millions of particles. The only big pieces are the ones that haunt her past. Her pain was the only feeling she had but she is trying to hide it.
Her cries could be heard. It didn’t matter whether it was day or night. Her cries are like poison if anything or anyone heard they would die in a matter of distress, anger, sadness and above all guilt. Guilt is a powerful feeling. It decides whether it gives life or takes life away. It decides whether you murder or not!
Just think of Jack the barber in England, 1850’s+. Guilt turned him murderous with a secret room under his barber shop everyday his last client he would murder. He was a serial killer. With every skull it’s another victim and another story locked away from history. He killed almost 1000 people before he got caught. I know him as Jack the barber you may know him as Jack the ripper.
She has a presence lingering around hr memories, her dark, violent, horrid past. Her dad murdered his wife, her brother murdered her dad and she, she was the lucky one she wasn’t murdered but these memories were killing her on the inside. She can feel the cold. The cold is like poison when she faces it, a head on collision with God.
Her memories are the only things that can compare to Vlad the Impaler, prince of Wallachia. He was ruling on the throne from 1456 – 1462. He was founded to protect Christianity in Eastern Europe. This person was the person who inspired the myth of Dracula by drinking the chief/leader’s blood from every kingdom/village and any square or servant that betrayed him he would cook their children and make their parents eat their own children. He was known by his patronymic name Dracula.
He was widely known to Germany and in Eastern Europe. The total numbers of his victims were in the Tens of thousands. He was named after his death “Count Vlad Dracula:.
Her eyes are black. It like your steering into the face of a demon. As dark as a thick coat of black paint and fire as hot as the sun. When she looks at you it pierces into your soul like a knife stabbing and slashing flesh, ripping and eating your body inside out devouring all hope. All hope has left her cold, brittle body leaving nothing but pain and despair.
Her anger kills with a swift, deadly blow. Her insanity grew over the years of feeling dropped into a pit of broken dreams and despair, a pit of darkness and horrors like Zeus banishing Kronos to the pit of Tartarus.
Her heartbroken and lonely pain is like acid disintegrating anything it touches. She has a secret, a secret that can devour anyone from the inside out.
Her insanity controls her, controlling her life, telling her to murder. The blood running through her veins is pure acid running through her cold body. Her chains are threaded through her skin; her blood stains the chains of her life connected by her dark horrid past. Her room painted in blood but not her blood she has knifes everywhere, but she thinks about committing suicide and she thinks to not commit suicide.
Her happy land where everyone sins. No one accused of suicide and/or homicide. No one cares, no one's happy apart from her committing homicide.
Her life is depressing, laid in ruins, drenched in blood while her feelings remind me of the ancient Romans. Their ruler built the Coliseum watching gladiators fight to the death in bloody battles. The Romans watched these people/prisoners fight for their own amusement and their own luxury. Blood, cries, tears and screaming were shed throughout the arena while the Romans were excited and make them laugh.
They shouldn’t of called her ‘CRAZY’. They shouldn’t of said it to her face. Even in the asylum she had ways to bring pain. In a badly light corridor with flickering lights she lashed out 2 syringes and brutally stabbing the doctors in their faces whilst she was laughing. She ran into the courtyard screaming at the top of her lungs killing anyone she laid eyes on.
There have been a series of murders that have made a pattern when she disappeared. She was last seen 6th June 1906 and when you add that up 666 ‘THE DEVILS NUMBER’.
