I like to see myself as a mystery. What's that qoute?
"She liked mysteries so much, she became one."
Dark thoughts, dark qoutes, dark things. I like darkness. The only part of the darkness that I don't like is the voices.
The voices.
"You're worthless."
"Go kill yourself. No one cares."
"Kenzie, come here. Your father and I need to talk to you." My mother calls.
I get off my bed and walk out of my room, shutting the door behind me.
"Sit." My father points to a stool.
"I'm not a dog!" I snap at him.
Ignoring my sudden 'outburst', my mom ask me, "How are you, love?"
"Fine." I reply flatly.
"Your mother and I have talked to your doctors. Kenzie, we agree you should move from Belfast." My father infoms me.
"You guys can't move. And besides, just because I have tried commiting suicide four times in the last seven months does not mean I have to move."
"But you aren't happy here!" My mother argues.
"And I won't be happy anwhere else unless I'm dead." I yell.
My mother begins to cry and my father stnads there looking at me with a shocked experssion clearly writen on his face.
"And you guys aren't able to move with your jobs."
"Next weekend we are driving you down to Mullingar with a few of your belongings. You will live with your Aunt Amy. Now start packing."
I walk to my bed and start thinking. Why was I the kid being bullied, why am I depressed, why me?
~*~
"Ready to go?" My mom ask, popping her head into my room.
A few minutes latermy father, my mother, all my belongings, and I are packed into the tiny car. I lean my hed against the window and before I know it, I am fast asleep.
Honk, honk,honk.
The loud, annoying from some car awakes my 'beauty' sleep.
"How much longer until we're there?" I ask.
My mom jumps from the passenger seat. "Oh, I thought you were sleeping. We'll be there in a half hour." She replies.
I take out my phone and go on Tumblr. I have about 6,000 followers. Apparently I'm not the only one into darkness. Soon after being on Tumblr for twenty minutes, I get bored so I put my earphone in and listen to music.
I Miss You by Blink 182 comes on.
I miss you, I miss you
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
I miss you, I miss you
We pull up to my Aunts house just as the song finished.
"Before we get out of the car, hand us your blades." My father says. I just stare at him. "Now." he demands.
I pull one of my bags onto my lap and fiddle with the zipper. I put my hand in the bag feeling around for cold metal. A few sonds later my hand feels the familiar metal. When I take my hand out of the bag I am holding five shinny blades. I hand them over to my parents.
All three of us walk up to the door. Aunty Amy's house is 'guarded' with a black gate. The grass and flowers are healthy. The house is old and creepy, it reminds me of the Adams Family house.
"Too bad we aren't the Adams Family. Oh, wait." I say.
"Kenzie Adams!" My mother scolds me.
"You guys should have named me Wednesday! What day of the-"
I am interupted when my aunt opens the door.
(A/N: So this probably sucked. It'll get better. Please believe me.
I have a joke: What room does a ghost not need?
A living room.
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~Sophia
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The Darkness
Fanfiction*WARNING: some parts of this story are going to be very... visual. There is self-harm, violence, and smut involved. I am not rating the story, so read at you own risk. Okay well anyways, I am shit at writing summaries so I am hoping that you will t...
