(Y/N - Your Name
A/N - Author's Notes
Italics - Character thoughts or some actions...)
Another damned day...
You wake up to the sound of your alarm going off, its annoying blaring sound lingering in your head for a few seconds even after you shut it off... You sigh as you slowly raise up off of your bed and place your feet on the floor, already feeling your mind and body darkening from it's lonely status...
"Soft sigh... Once again, I have to endure the loneliness and pain I have felt every single day... Why won't anyone talk to me? Is it because I look weird...? Maybe I'm destined to be alone..."
You shake the feeling and start walking to the door that leads out of your bedroom and into the hallway. You can see small murky and dark puddles of darkness everywhere you look, seeping out a seemingly purplish-black fog in each along the walls and ceiling. Every single day, all of these black pits get slightly bigger... I even saw a small tentacle-like thing poke out of it. Can't anyone else see...?
As soon as you walk out of your room, time passes by quickly. You go to the high school once again for another day of classwork and tests, stay away from most crowds that form, and head back home... You once again go into your bedroom and jump into your bed, feeling upset, tired, and even feeling small sparks of being suicidal...
"Fucking hell...! Why?! Why must my life be this way...?! I know absolutely no one and I am too scared to fucking talk to anyone, and to top it off, my emotions are causing me to feel this dark feeling...!"
After a few more minutes of ranting like this, you slowly sink into your bed, feeling a little better but still upset. Your eyes slowly close after another minute...
A cold, dark, and menacing voice sounds out in your dreams, the breath of it seemingly close to your ear...
Yes, Y/N, let that pain and suffering consume your thinking... Let it feed on your thoughts so you may use it on your enemies...
You feel the touch of a bony-like hand touch your hand as a sharp pain shoots through your body and you shoot awake, sweat pouring down your head and chest from heat... Tho only thing that fills your mind is what that pain was... You look at your hand and see a small black dot on the palm, a little fog seeping out from it, just like the ones on the walls... You can only sit up and cry as you think to yourself, "Is this it? Am I going to soon be consumed by this darkness in my heart...?" After another moment of crying, you slowly forget about the space around you, about time, about everything, and slowly fall asleep, letting all the darkness consume you and letting it cloud your judgement...
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Live in Every Moment Like it was your Last
Short StoryThe reader goes through the turmoil of a world in which s/he doesn't belong, plagued by an endless abyss of lies and hatred for who they were, and how they were treated. The reader never answers to their name, and they neither care whether they are...
