My Trip to Wonderland

Chapter 10

If I am mad, prove it. How do you know I dreamed this up, if I wrote this down, what if it was real. I am not mad, quite the opposite, I am a girl who has that little girl's heart that gets broken easily and is fragile, my brain is grown up and matured and has seen life too early, while it made my brain strong, it made my heart weak. If you look at my eyes, all they are is glass, to beautiful to cry they say, I cry more than the average person, if I get yelled at, if I get told off, if I fight with someone I will break down and cry. I can't help it, I wish my heart didn't give in so easy and wrap around my wrist for anyone to rip off and break. I've been lucky no one can, I've been to careful. My brain however grew up too fast it's seen to many horrors to repair, I will never be that innocent girl because behind my glass eyes is the ghost of a girl I knew, a girl who had the brain and heart in sync and wasn't so messed up, a girl who didn't mind having no friends and a girl who never got angry, that was the girl I used to be. 

That girl could have saved me from this world, from the dark  and tragic side, tough she caused the monsters of my life to seem more real like she believes in the demons. These are her demons that sore through her ghostly silver eyes. Cancer, a demon that took away you, sold you to death and got more money. Death, he took the weak in the night as he came out, all you see is tiny warnings before he snaps you away forever, to never be seen again. Misery, a one that causes the drama, the fights and the intake of what really happened, who makes you see everything wrong with life. Pain, the demon who follows you, who causes you and lours you to danger to make you squeal feeling him attack you and no one can save you. That war is the cause of the demon who talks to you in your dreams he says if you don't fight you are a coward, naturally our instincts is I am not a coward I will fight, these are the works of the devil.

There is angels, but they are not winged, no angels are the people who save us, my angel was my friends they saved me when I had no one when my life was upside down and I was going to end it, they were there, supporting me. Some may have hated my depression but others understood it, heck I still go through a lot but not half as much as my friends did. But I was never there for them, I was a bitch and now It's too late to go back and say sorry. It's too late to Apologize. Its funny how before you die, your one regret in life was not your looks or your weight but the way you acted towards others, remember this someday your life is going to pass before your eyes, make it enjoyable while you can. Be nice while you can, love while you can, laugh while you can and don't ever give in to the demons of our lives. Be there for your angels like they were there for you. Heck even teachers and family are angels, family are those who care teachers are the reason you will have a successful life some day, remember that and don't be a hypocrite like me.

Be what you want to be, believe in your self, you are truly beautiful and never doubt that, we are truly beautiful people, we may be known as evil but its amazing what us as just one person can accomplish, no matter what believe you can achieve and never doubt and someday you'll look back and know you did what you wanted to do. I want to be a better person and if I get out of this alive, I swear I'll change and be a better person. I've tried to look back and it looks like and upside down five point star, I never really cared about the God we believe in or a higher being or the devil but I knew now that where I was, was in front of the devil's star and whoever did this is planning some ritual to sell me to the devil, to give my soul to him, how did I know, I guessed. That they were satanists and guessed they sell innocent lives to the devil. After that the devil can possess you or kill you instantly. I hope it doesn't work, whatever they do, I  really do hope. It smelt of smoke, the sickening smell filled up my lings, slowly poisoning me on the inside slowly but surely killing me as it takes control.

It was cold, too bad I though hell was warm, you see this, its my personal hell. It stops me from ever going on life, I had so much to  do, I had so much to live for, heck these people could kill me right now if they wanted to. But this was a game for them, a game to hurt the innocent, it was all just a game in there minds, the games is to torture me and make me scream, not in a good way. This scream was in pain, not the screams you have in horror movies or when your on a roller coaster, this scream was much much different. Come at me fire, engulf me alive with your hunger and rage, come at me and burn me, set my heart on fire and eat me slowly alive. Ruin my hopes and dreams burn hatred and passionately revenge in me make me evil, come at me fire. 

As she danced in my jaw dropped it was Sophie dancing over gracefully like  a ballerina pulling The girl I knew as the Dog behind her with chains and a collar around her neck. She smiled knowingly at me. If I could kill with my eyes she would be dead. She chained the unconscious Girl up, as she walked up she sang to me in a sickly sweet voice 'Have fun'.  I breathed in trying to keep  control. It was now I suddenly saw the dog fade, I screamed and kicked and cried as the girl in the corner chained up like a dog was fading before she  became invisible a whisper brushed in my ear. 'I will be back for you Rosy I needed to escape and get help.' She was alive and that's all I could think about that she was alive and out if here, thank god. Now I was all by myself but a boy walked in he had jet black hair, down to his neck and covering one eye while the other shone Bright red, he was pale but nothing compare to the Cat. He was dressed the red of his eye, wearing red skinny jeans, top and converse with flames on it. He flashed a smirk showing to sharpened fangs. He was tall and showed trace of muscles under that red shirt, his lips looked plump and there was lust in his eyes. He shouted a beautiful voice 'Bring in the table'.. He stood there arms crossed, lust in his eyes staring up and smirking at me. I knew now that I was doomed.

Thank you for all the support on this book. I really do appreciate it so much, I know I haven't been updating a lot but I will again, hopefully and if you are wondering about my other book's I may put them  on hold due to the fact I have writer's block. Thank you tough really for all the support and for getting me on the horror list it is truly an amazing feeling.