Never Ending Dark

Chapter Three - The past

As I walked to my class I was listing to I'm Not A Vampire by Falling In Reverse. I love this band along with Bullet For My Valentine, I don't know why but certain songs I hear I feel like I can relate too.

I walked to my classroom and saw some of my friends, I waved at them with a small smile and went to my seat. My classroom has two doors for some reason, so I made sure my seat was set up where I could pretty much see both entrances. I've always been like this, I've always watched my surroundings since the incident about seven years ago.

I was only ten when it happened, A lot of things changed after that. Made me fall down into a dark abyss. I had just started 5th grade. I was doing ok but was having some trouble and needed a break so my father came to my rescue.

My mom and dad were divorced because of family problems. I was staying with my mom. My father came to get me for ice-cream so we could catch up and see each other for a while. We were sitting in the store talking, we had just finished laughing at a joke I made when we heard the door open.

A man walked in dressed all in dark brown, we weren't paying much attention till four gun shots sounded off. Our full attention was now on the man with wide eyes. He was holding what looked like a 45-caliber. "NOBODY MOVES NOBODY DIES." After he said this he walked up to the lady working the cash register.

Her eyes went wider and filled with even more fear.

He spoke in a low deep tone that sent shivers down my spine. ''Put the money in the bag or I will pump lead in someone's head." The women stood there in shock for about 3 minutes. It felt like hours. We sat there looking away from the guy trying to stay calm.

I felt a shock of pain hit me, spiking from the top of my head to my shoulder. Before I knew it I was on my knees in pain. The man had grabbed my hair and pulled me up onto feet holding me close to him, to his right side my back pressed against him.

The lady was shocked and now terrified, more for me than herself. He held the gun to my head and looked at the women. "NOW PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG OR, I WILL BLOW HER BRAINS ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE,"

Most people would of pleaded this man not to kill them, but I didn't, I figured it would just get me killed. In fact I was trying hard not to turn around and kill the dude by ripping his throat out.

I don't know what came over me but this feeling, more like an animal instinct, hit me. I wanted to kill him. I honestly never knew i could feel like that, I felt like an animal being cornered and what do they want to do when that happens...? They lash out and go nuts on the predator killing or wounding their attacker.

It was taking all my strength not to give into the urge that overwhelmed me. The lady started to put the money in the bag. As she did this I looked up at the guy wanting the money, I could see the vain in his neck pulsating. It looked to easy to just slit it open and see him struggle to breathe. "what's wrong with me!!" I was starting to scare myself with these thoughts honestly.

He was tall and had dark skin, his eyes black as onyx with the whites of them blood shot, and his scent... revolting. He reeked of alcohol and piss and had huge black circles around his eyes as well.

A few minutes passed, it felt like a hours. By this time my Father was begging the man not to kill me. "SHUT THE HELL UP DUDE," he demanded, " OR SHE WILL DIE WITH YOU BEGGING LIKE THAT!"

Just as he said this the piecing sound hit my ears.

Sirens in the distance approaching, coming closer and closer by the minute... But still seemed so far.