Post by Kikuyoshi on Oct 17, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -6
Yep...been planning on writing this for a long long time n.n finally figured out the beginning to it to i think... and i'm gonna post it up just for others to poke at x3 Enjoy
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September 29th
I had that dream again; the same one i've had for the last twelve years now. My mother's screams fill my head. So loud that they suffocate me. But her screaming comes well before i stain my hands with her blood; a constant shriek that hurts my head so badly that all i can see is the color red in my not so peaceful slumber. I always wake up just before the color fades away....but i know my sin. I know my place. My mother is dead because of who i am.
It was her fault and she deserved what she got.
...so why does it weigh so heavy on my conscience? Especially when the deaths of my other kills help me to sleep so much more peacefully? The steady drip of their blood hitting the floor is as sweet as any motherly lullaby; a disturbing serenade that puts my mind at ease.
The voices are too loud tonight...writing is next to impossible. But it is here that i will jot down my thoughts. Maybe on paper my mind won't seem as jumbled. Maybe on paper, i'll make sense of the monster that i'm slowly befriending.
October 2nd
There's nothing left. Nothing but ashes and blood.
I did it.
I can still hear her screaming as my fingers squished out that last bit of life.
i saw it fade from her eyes; a light that can never be re-lit. Empowering me, and i must do it again.
soon.
October 3rd
I don't want this.
october 22nd
I lied. This is everything i could want and more. The world will know of my legacy...and they will flee in terror. The human race is one that needs to be put down; for good. Men....children....and women especially. They birth more and more each day and it sickens me how quickly we spread like the plague; sucking up everything and returning nothing.
I remembered for the first time the fullness of my dream. The red cleared and i was left alone broken. Standing over my mother's body as she bled out. My first kill; a woman who gave me life. A woman who hated me with every last breath she had in her...just because i was a little different.
The world hates what they can't understand...and so i will hate the world for it's ignorance. The voices have never been clearer. I will stand alone until there is nothing but a sea of red at my feet; i will show the world that death is where we are at our greatest. Death is when all our secrets come pouring out and no man is better than the next.
Already it has begun. Three villages and there is no one left to tell the tale of the massacre i brought down. A rightful smiting of the human population as they yelled out in terror before i had even done anything. They said i have the devil's eyes...maybe the devil did give them to me. Either way i'm thankful. With these eyes, i see a much brighter picture. A much quieter picture once everyone stops screaming...
I have left my birth name in the dust...left it where it was stomped on and spit upon. It shall remain there, buried under wrongful hate and terror. I shall forge a hate and terror i can actually claim as my own.
I am Ghost. I am forever and never. This is my story....and it does not have a happy ending.
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September 29th
I had that dream again; the same one i've had for the last twelve years now. My mother's screams fill my head. So loud that they suffocate me. But her screaming comes well before i stain my hands with her blood; a constant shriek that hurts my head so badly that all i can see is the color red in my not so peaceful slumber. I always wake up just before the color fades away....but i know my sin. I know my place. My mother is dead because of who i am.
It was her fault and she deserved what she got.
...so why does it weigh so heavy on my conscience? Especially when the deaths of my other kills help me to sleep so much more peacefully? The steady drip of their blood hitting the floor is as sweet as any motherly lullaby; a disturbing serenade that puts my mind at ease.
The voices are too loud tonight...writing is next to impossible. But it is here that i will jot down my thoughts. Maybe on paper my mind won't seem as jumbled. Maybe on paper, i'll make sense of the monster that i'm slowly befriending.
October 2nd
There's nothing left. Nothing but ashes and blood.
I did it.
I can still hear her screaming as my fingers squished out that last bit of life.
i saw it fade from her eyes; a light that can never be re-lit. Empowering me, and i must do it again.
soon.
October 3rd
I don't want this.
october 22nd
I lied. This is everything i could want and more. The world will know of my legacy...and they will flee in terror. The human race is one that needs to be put down; for good. Men....children....and women especially. They birth more and more each day and it sickens me how quickly we spread like the plague; sucking up everything and returning nothing.
I remembered for the first time the fullness of my dream. The red cleared and i was left alone broken. Standing over my mother's body as she bled out. My first kill; a woman who gave me life. A woman who hated me with every last breath she had in her...just because i was a little different.
The world hates what they can't understand...and so i will hate the world for it's ignorance. The voices have never been clearer. I will stand alone until there is nothing but a sea of red at my feet; i will show the world that death is where we are at our greatest. Death is when all our secrets come pouring out and no man is better than the next.
Already it has begun. Three villages and there is no one left to tell the tale of the massacre i brought down. A rightful smiting of the human population as they yelled out in terror before i had even done anything. They said i have the devil's eyes...maybe the devil did give them to me. Either way i'm thankful. With these eyes, i see a much brighter picture. A much quieter picture once everyone stops screaming...
I have left my birth name in the dust...left it where it was stomped on and spit upon. It shall remain there, buried under wrongful hate and terror. I shall forge a hate and terror i can actually claim as my own.
I am Ghost. I am forever and never. This is my story....and it does not have a happy ending.
Why is my mother so crazy? ;.;
