An endless pit of pain fills my gloomy heart, I have been cursed with an eternal life of guilt, the insufferable, unbelievably torturous guilt which weighs like a sack of bricks on my every living breathing moment. I am trapped in this immovable state of complete and utter misery, misery which could run rivers dry and make the sun burn out. I'm stuck in my own prison made of horrid truths, no longer able to hide behind these blissful lies, I cannot cast off this pain, I cannot beg for mercy, for I know the truth, I am a monster.
These thoughts devour my mind, the horrific images flashing in front of my eyes. They suffocate me, faces flashing before me. I slam my hands to my ears, as the voices consume my thoughts, cries of pain, they beg for mercy and I watch as their bodies slowly crumble before my eyes, looking down I see blood, Blood everywhere, blood on my hands, blood on face, murderer written on every surface I lay my eyes on, they surround me closing in on my defeated body all chanting the same thing "It's all your fault, it's all your fault" I scream out trying to convince them that It wasn't me, it wasn't my fault, that I didn't kill them but my voice is stuck in my throat and suddenly I can't breathe. My hands fly up clawing at my throat as the laughter of all those I once loved fills the air around me. I try to reach out, silently begging them to help me, but their faces are all contorted into the same expression which spares no mercy, blackness consumes my vision the last thoughts in my head. It's all my fault.
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The World We Once Knew
AvontuurEmerald has never been very ambitious, she's also never really liked change and is completely content living a boring life in a boring town if it means that her and her family are safe. So what happens when all that is threatened and the world aroun...
