DeAr DiArY

have some dark shit

I look up at the inhuman creature standing in front of me. I look over its complex features, each telling a story of their own. Its mouth is full of crooked teeth, jutting out like knifes. It wears a crooked smile that suggests both a lust for blood and a knowledge of unspeakable sadness. Its high set cheek bones are splattered with two shades of crimson, neither belonging it. Its hair is unkempt, it falls over its shoulders and sticks out in all directions. Its pitch black and splattered with small red droplets of blood. It looks like a summer night sky, far away from civilization where no light can hide the stars. I take a moment to mentally prepare myself before I look anymore. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and I plan to get a good long look. I look up and realize that I was not prepared. Its eyes are blank and expressionless yet I know that secrets lay within. They hold bags of wariness that are so heavy it seems as if the creature hadn't slept a day in its life. Despite this obvious lack of sleep the eyes are wide and seemingly alert... perhaps even scared... It's clear that this thing was hiding something deep down inside of it, and I had no intention of delving any deeper, yet, I find that I cannot look away. I find that the more I stare, the more I give in to it's haunting spell. Soon I find that all I see are those two empty holes. Its eyes are black, like the night sk- no. nothing like that. Its eyes are like two infinite pools of darkness, so deep that if you were to fall in then you could never climb back out. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I felt myself begin to slip. Soon enough I was falling, falling into pools. I brace myself, preparing to face whatever awaited me on the other side. I close my own eyes, tensing up in fear as I feel my body lurch forward. I expect to crash into the creature, yet I continue moving forward. But.... how is that possible? I'm not moving! I open my eyes and immediately wish I hadn't. I'm no longer in the small room where I was standing, rather I am floating. I cannot see. All I see is.... nothing. I don't see black, that would be something. It's as if someone cut the cord connecting my eyes to my brain. I cannot see...... yet.... I know where I am. I slipped and fell into those two pools. My body still moves forward, past the veil of emptiness that the creature hid behind and into whatever lay beyond. I begin to see light... no... not see... FEEL.... I begin to sense something...... no... yes........... I cannot see yet I see everything. I..... I..... Yes...... I can feel it.... I can see...... everything....... I open my eyes, able to see once more. I look around in fear. Below me is a sea.... no... not so much a sea as a still body of....... blood. It looks as solid as concrete, spreading out in every direction, never ending. My body stops moving and I float there, looking out in awe. Before I can fully process my surroundings, I fall. I fall and fall, my mouth help open in a silent scream. I look down and see the red mass hurtling towards my face, or rather, I was hurtling towards it. I hit the surface and it caves in, almost like jello. The impact sends ripples in every direction. Instead of settling again, the red sea becomes active. The ripples become waves. I panic and try to swim, but I cannot move. The crimson ocean has the consistency of tar, slowly sucking me in. I cry out for help, and in response, The sky overhead booms with anger. A violent wind picks up, pulling at my hair. Lightning strikes the surface of the sea, attacking it relentlessly. A downpour begins, soaking my body. It drips down my skin, making my body slick. I find that I can wiggle a bit. The wind picks up, pulling at me, trying to free me. I struggle and wiggle, trying to fight the tar. So..... close.... The sea responds. It curls tightly around my body, pulling me back down. The lightning, in response, strikes harder and more often, now red with rage. A cyclone forms around me, quickly pulling me out of certain death. I come out with a sucking sound and begin to float up towards the storm. I'm not afraid..... I know it was only helping me. The wind is gentle, like a cushion of air. The storm dies down. I smile.... I am safe now. I'm protected. I'm loved...... I'm.... happ- something wraps around my ankle. I look down to see that the ocean of tar has not given up. It's now black with fear. It slowly wraps around my body, pulling me out of the comforting embrace of the storm. The tar is alive, folding in on itself trying to get to me. I cry out for help...... yet none comes. I sink.... sink into the tar. It's eating me! I'm being consumed by fear, pulled down so only my head remains. I look up at the storm, pleading for help, only to find...... It's already gone.... I abandoned me.... gave up on me..... Im truly on my ow- before I can finish the thought, my head is sucked under. Terror presses from all sides, causing me to panic. It's no longer black, instead it is once again crimson. I open my mouth to scream but blood fills my mouth..... no... it spills from my mouth..... I scream anyway. My lungs burn but I don't care. I keep screaming, ignoring the blood. I don't care anymore. I want it to stop. All I feel is pain and fear. oh god, MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE WONT SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT SOMEONE END THE PAIN! PLEEEAAAAAAAAAAA-...........

In small bathroom in a house down on Fontaina, a blood curtailing scream rips through the throat of a young boy. He's barely a teen, having turned 13 two weeks ago. His parents are out on a date, leaving him alone in the house with his baby brother and sister......... with a loaded gun........

And just like that, the pain stopped. Huh... who knew it could be so easy! I didn't even FEEL the bullet....... huh.... I guess I'm.....

The two frail bodies lay dead and mangled in the crib. The two infants did not hear the screaming. They did not hear the gun. They did not hear the mirror shatter as their older brother fell into it

Dead...

Dead.

HOWS THAT FOR DARK, EH? tell me what you thought and how I can improve my writing. I'm open to ideas and suggestions. Also.... what did you think this was about????