Pure Blood

Preface

-Preface-

In that brief heart breaking second the world as I knew it spiralled into chaos, a whirlwind of turmoil with me stood central, with no escape. I wanted the ground to swallow me. I envied the bodies at my feet; they no longer had a part to play in this horror, I would be eternally jealous of that fact.

Death seemed like the easy option. Hell. It seemed like the only option. Ironically that thought was rather comforting, it meant this would all end. I longed for it to end.

I felt as though I were trapped in multiple nightmares each one bled into one another, everywhere people were suffering. Their sufferings were my suffering, my pain. Pain that bound every inch of my body to that one spot like invisible iron restraints.

Not only did the pain hold me hostage but it controlled me too. I couldn't think of anything but it ending, of not having to feel anymore. It didn't matter what it would cost me, it didn't matter who I would become so long as it just stopped!

Who I would become was inevitable anyway, it was inside of me, and I had always known it was. So what was the use in fighting it? Why fight a losing battle against myself? Why not embrace who I really was?

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