Violently Icy

Drugs

I didn't want to be around much of anyone anymore. At this point, I was damned determined to let the human and urban race both perish to their own doing. The truth, I knew it wouldn't happen that way. Addictive. Utterly addictive. So addicting that one touch would have you craving the most unholy kinks in life.

I began to pout in the kitchen at my house. I was unentertained in most everything I had been asked to do by the Embers'. Not haunted out of guilt but frustrated over the way they had been carrying on.

Things had been worse before but never thus bad. I hated how those boys made me feel. I fee worse with my depression and it became... Much darker. More satanic.

I ended up being diagnosed with severe depression, the comment, "Darker than a serial killer". I was to start using different coping methods that would help me and everyone would have to offer what I needed regardless of like or dislike.

I remembered a few people I could talk to if I needed someone, Flora aka Dericka, the stripper down at the local bar, Blue Woods, Clara Thredson and Myrah Wallace. I felt like I could only trust those people with my life of misery. I went into a place that had nearly no escape if those special ones couldn't free me. No escape would mean I turn into a full blooded beast and there would be no going back.

I knew that Shirley was having a severe case of baby fever. She desperately wanted a kid and one by Daemon nonetheless. Constant complaining from my family was how my life always was so I got used to this spiral of bad talking. Talking as if they were hang as better and they always argue. Always.

Utterly and completely addictive. I took notice in the different appearance of Wynrie. Regardless of my disgration, I was determined to attempt to protect her.

Each different power was sacred. Certain sympathy was forgiven, others weren't. Emotions tan high. The evil presence had screwed our brains out, secretly and silently. Time was as finale as a very fine man. Pressure was pressed deeply into my flesh.

Empty empathy, outstanding all else. Understanding pain was one thing and feeling every bit of it was another. The sweet smell of peppermint filled my nose. That was one of the scents that calmed me, but brought back incredibly painful memories. I stepped in ash from the kitchen's stove and I quickly cleaned the mess up. Could I have been guilty all this time and not have known it? Absolutely.

It was also true, I had not known much about my behavior, especially when I was in some form of upset. It was like a blackout. I would go into serious, severe episodes of rage. The room grew cold, fast. I felt like someone or something was in my house, coming for some type of revenge or vengeance or even to avenge another.

Dirt! No, ashes. The ashes I had thrown away in the trash had somehow been placed back on the kitchen floor. I began to smell a very strong scent, cologne. I recognized it too. It belonged to one of the Embers brothers. Which one I couldn't tell, for often they shared so I knew not which chaotic aura it was. Which one had forced this upon me.

Candles began to burn without the flame being lit by anyone. Now, I began to become very agitated. The sounds of chuckling were heard near the back door. Screaming began, coming from upstairs. Those bastards! They must've really broken in. This was too far.

"Get out here! Stop playing with! Now! Why'd you break in to my house? Which one broke in anyway? What demonic thing did you bring back, huh," I said.

Florescent lights started to flicker on and off, rapidly. From behind, I felt a man's hand push me to the floor. As soon as I turned around, I saw him.