I am bored, so I'll just type random stories here. Better than saying about my life. :D


"Don't cry" He said, with a sneer on his lips, his violet eyes bore into me. I took a few steps back, and a whimper escaped my lips. I looked around, and as much as I wanted to will doors and windows, there were none. Just bare brown walls, and brown floors. So brown all over, I couldn't tell where the wall ended, or where exactly is the floor.

I was in a room, literally without any opening, with a stranger that looked like he ate lions for breakfast.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, hands reaching out for my shoulders as he continued to advance towards me, now only three or perhaps four steps away from me.

"He was never your friend. He's lying, using illusion. If I wanted to kill you, wouldn't I have done it already?"His breath reminded me of a cornfield. His nails glistened and shone under the fluorescent light, as his nail caress my cheek, drawing a little blood as his nails move down to my chin.

"But why? Why would he lie to me?" I struggled to speak, and staring into his eyes I felt my soul slipping away as if I'm falling from the hundredth floor, and still have not reached the ground.

"Because he's your doubts, my love. To him, to you, I'm something dangerous. New, exciting, alive. Everything he hates. Do you still want to, continue falling, as I call it? Or join me, get a breath of fresh, rosy air?" A tinge of laughter colored his voice. His fingers trailed down to my chestbone, and to my horror, his nails dig deep into my chest.

Blood started gushing out, warm, wet and black.I could feel my flesh give way to his nails,like it was sand against steel. I struggled against him, but his fingers took hold of my rib and a burning pain tore through me. He kept on smiling as I screamed and tried to hold his hand from going any further. He continued fingering his way around my lungs, my spine. Before I could faint from the pain of it all, I felt his fingers wrap around my heart. He gave it a little squeeze.

And my mouth gasped involuntarily, and sucked in a lungful of air. My first real breath in ten years.

Finally.

I am bored, so I'll just type random stories here. Better than saying about my life. :D


"Don't cry" He said, with a sneer on his lips, his violet eyes bore into me. I took a few steps back, and a whimper escaped my lips. I looked around, and as much as I wanted to will doors and windows, there were none. Just bare brown walls, and brown floors. So brown all over, I couldn't tell where the wall ended, or where exactly is the floor.

I was in a room, literally without any opening, with a stranger that looked like he ate lions for breakfast.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, hands reaching out for my shoulders as he continued to advance towards me, now only three or perhaps four steps away from me.

"He was never your friend. He's lying, using illusion. If I wanted to kill you, wouldn't I have done it already?"His breath reminded me of a cornfield. His nails glistened and shone under the fluorescent light, as his nail caress my cheek, drawing a little blood as his nails move down to my chin.

"But why? Why would he lie to me?" I struggled to speak, and staring into his eyes I felt my soul slipping away as if I'm falling from the hundredth floor, and still have not reached the ground.

"Because he's your doubts, my love. To him, to you, I'm something dangerous. New, exciting, alive. Everything he hates. Do you still want to, continue falling, as I call it? Or join me, get a breath of fresh, rosy air?" A tinge of laughter colored his voice. His fingers trailed down to my chestbone, and to my horror, his nails dig deep into my chest.

Blood started gushing out, warm, wet and black.I could feel my flesh give way to his nails,like it was sand against steel. I struggled against him, but his fingers took hold of my rib and a burning pain tore through me. He kept on smiling as I screamed and tried to hold his hand from going any further. He continued fingering his way around my lungs, my spine. Before I could faint from the pain of it all, I felt his fingers wrap around my heart. He gave it a little squeeze.

And my mouth gasped involuntarily, and sucked in a lungful of air. My first real breath in ten years.

Finally.