Lacey's World: A Dark Paradise. ©

Could We Be, Forever?

That's how depression hits,
You wake up one morning
Afraid that you're going to live.
Azula Wright; I have wonders of who she would be if it was not for the bad judgement & deathly prejudice of the strangers walking by.

Death.

I remember... Walking down the street; trying to clear my thoughts, but sad songs kept their way round.

Was life meant to be lived?
The Bible says we're here only to believe; look away at any sight of deceit but we all glance at it. Is that what it means to live? Because that's what all the others went to believe. If only they could perceive life through their children's eyes, they would see the demon they are and that, they would disbelieve. "Poor boy." I mumbled.

Heaven & hell, I was not a big fan of this gruesome tale. But I was hoping so hard... Hoping that he's resting in a better place, for it could be my fate.

For as far as I could recall, the witchcraft shop was always closed. I've heard some stories about it, but could not really discern the truth out of it. "This young boy, what's his name again? Sam... yeah." Molested and beaten to death in a gruesome ritual, I've heard so. "Poor thing." Pondered in my mind as I would recall the rumors I've been hearing for so long now. My father wouldn't let me near the store ever. I was told that curious kids who would venture behind the walls of this dreadful ruin would disappear without a trace. Well, I was never that type of girl as a kid anyway, more of a shy one I'd say. Moreover the single thought of spiders -those filthy little bastards- raining over this place would deter any act of rebellion against my father's will. My father's will...

But here I am, fourteen years later, walking down the same old path. A path  I've been taking for so long now. against others' will.
I wasn't the same person anymore and I could feel it. My lonesome past dying beneath the devil of my skin.

Walking down the alley, the fog just settled down. She was calm and heart's solid ice. Lost in a maze of thoughts but her feet would lead her mind off those walls. Stacy was following behind, she knew something was wrong by now, but could not even think about letting Lacey down. Be here forever and after to be standing by her side. Take on the most dreadful fight just for the sake of grasping her sight. Stacy was beautiful on the inside, one of her own kind.

She was an adventure girl, longing for the taste of life teasingly tinkling at the tip of her tongue. Be it, weird at times but always ready to take on the challenge that is life. She longed for her mother's sweet kiss, her lipstick smeared onto her daughter's forehead each morning before she'd be leaving the house...

Her house was a home. Something others have had dreams of at night.
Deadly love, hidden. Her fate was nigh.

Lacey froze. Her eyes widened at this sight. There it was again, standing behind this disfigured silhouette she was so intrigued about. "Run away..." she thought in vain. She stared at it for a while, with her trembling legs outpacing her mind. Her blurry face slowly came together outcasting the shadow she portrayed behind her ghastly traits, such darkness she could not even think about. It was Stacy, standing in plain sight.

With the same filthy grin he said.

"Can you see it now?"

"The pain you've caused for so long now".

Lacey glanced at the concrete asphalt, at the feet of what seemed to be Stacy... Her heart was lying on the ground. She was pale, dead pale like she was victim of a vampire bite. As if the pages of an old novel, her skin was tearing out to ashes. She turned around, blood was running down her spine, a chasm ran right through her back to where her heart should lie. Like in western movies, dust rose from the ground and filled her eyes with tears. Lacey was mortified by now with her hands and legs shaking, trying hard to restrain herself from crying.