Pitch Black Diary

My heart explode. Quickly after his annonce, I'm sobbing on the floor, completely destroyed. My heart, my body, my lunges, all of me is... nothing.

Pitch black. I can't even remember what I do after this. It's like my memories are sealed. What happened?

There's blood all over me now. Why is there blood on me? What was I doing?

All I can see is bloody red everywhere. My eyes are closing. No, I don't want to sleep! My eyes close. Too late.

Pitch black.

It's too hard, too difficult to endure the pain. I'm suffering, someone help me...

Lonely, sad and hopeless I was. Poor thing, they said.

A massive amount of people are gathering around me. I'm like a rat lab. Awful.

I hear crying, screams and people's talking about a suicide or something like that. Suicide? Who committed suicide?

Someone is grabbing firmly my hand. Let me go! Who are you? I don't know you! Let go of me, I want to scream.

My voice don't get out. It's like its trapped inside my throat and it don't want to get out.

I'm scared. Too much people are crowdes around me. Get out of my room, I try to shout. Nothing.

Pitch black. Again.

Why it's black everywhere? Why can't I see like normal people? Why can't I feel my legs, my arms and all my body, why? Is someone out there?

Am I dying? Is that it?

I'm dying, alright. So, this is what you feel when you die, huh? It's just black. Black everywhere.

No lights, nothing.

Just me and the cold.

Just me and my loneliness.

Just me and the black.

Pitch black.