Writings....by Kay

[fieldbox= No One Can Replace You, pink, solid]
Today is the day.
Today is the day my sister is leaving us. She has graduated from high school and is now heading for a school down in New York.
I haven't talked to her in days, even if we have been in the same household.
I called her the worst sister ever, and over something so little.
We argued, and before we even have the chance to make up, she's going to be leaving.
She thinks I hate her. She thinks that I would love for her to leave. Then I would get her room, finally getting my own instead of sharing a room with my younger sister.
What would life really be without her though? Even if all we do is fight nowadays.
If she's gone...who is going to annoy me with stupid little rants about their problems? Who am I going to joke with when there's nothing better to do? Who is going to be my older sister?
I can't.
I can't tell her that I will miss her. I can't tell her that I'm sorry. I can't....damage my pride.
She doesn't even seem to care that she will be leaving. It's as though she wants to get away from the family as soon as possible.
Does she really hate the family that much?
We fight. We fight a lot.
Maybe...maybe I don't care.
She seems happy to be leaving us all.
"In a few days I'm outta here!" she would say excitedly.
If she wants to leave us all then I don't care. I don't care if she will be gone. I get her room, that's good enough for me.
Now I get alone time, I don't have to hear any yelling. I could easily avoid my younger sister now, that way we don't have to argue as much either.
This opportunity is perfect.

I walk into my sister's old room. She has already left and now all I have to do is transfer my belongings into this room.
The light shined through the window and onto her bed. The light hit something, causing there to be a glare.
I walk towards the bed and notice it was my sister's headphones.
But...her music..? Wouldn't she want these?
I turn towards the door and looked back at the headphones in my hand. I look around the room before running out the door and onto my motorcycle.
They're just headphones...she could buy a new pair for just fifteen dollars. Why am I going out of my way to give these to her?
I finally made it to the airport. It wasn't hard to find her, she seemed to have gotten there not to long ago.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked after noticing my existence.
"You left these, dumbass." I held up her headphones and she immediately snatched them out my hands.
I rolled my eyes and turned around, no longer wanting to be there. She only seemed to hate me. If that was the case...I should have never come here.
I walked away, towards the exit. I wouldn't have turned around if I didn't here my name being called out.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
I was expecting some smart remark. I was expecting the beginning to an argument. I was expecting her to say something about the attitude I gave her.
I wasn't expecting her to hug me. We never....hugged. Does this mean...she cares?
"I'm going to become a chef, just you watch," she told me. "I'll still come to visit you guys."
"Whatever. Get out of here dumb-shit." I chuckled. It was our way to joke, and she knew it.
I pushed her away and watched as she left for her plane.
I hope you know....no one can replace you as my sister. [/fieldbox]


I tried to base it off my older sister because she will be graduating next year and already has big plans. I honestly found it hard to write this because I couldn't imagine my sister ever hugging me and I would HATE to admit that I would actually think like that if she would leave.

Well. Kinda happy ending

[fieldbox= Regret, goldenrod, solid]
I did something I should have never done.
Why did I do it? How could I have done it?
I feel awful. What is wrong with me?
I swear....it was an accident.

The wind blew through my long dark hair, sending shivers down my spine. It made a faint noise, like it was trying to whisper something in my ear. What? What are you trying to tell me?
I wish that I could have figured out before the end of that night.
I just had an argument with my parents. They don't like me for who I am. Want me to be a lawyer, like everyone else on my dad's side of the family.
I don't want that, I want to be a fashion designer.
I stormed out the house after the argument. Where was I going? I had no idea. I had no more friends to go to anymore. I lost them one by one.
My day kept getting worse as rain began to pour down and wet my hair and clothes.
It's so cold. I don't want to go back.
If you don't go back you will catch a cold.
Yes, that is true, but I rather die then look at their ugly faces again.
You could always get rid of them.
I stopped walking. Sometimes it's sad that I resort to talking myself in such ways just to keep from feeling lonely. Yes, it's sad, but thinking like that helps me come up with brilliant ideas.
Only... my ideas just weren't so brilliant.
I look up to the sky.
It's raining....
Water dripped down my cheeks and on my forehead. Rain mixing with fresh tears.
I have to go back.
I can't go back with those two still there.
Just get rid of them.
I always find comfort in my own words. No wonder I got rid of my friends, I only need to talk to myself to feel whole, I don't need them.
I turn around and walk slowly down the street. My hands in my pocket, letting my fingers wrap around my favorite little tool.
It felt so cold after not being in my hands for some time. That will change though.
My feet splashed through the puddles on the ground, created by the ongoing rain. A struck of lightning could be seen in the distance after a sound of thunder.
It looked so pretty, don't you think?
Of course I think so, I am me after all, who else could I be talking to?
I'm almost home, yes, I'm going back. I don't want to catch a cold, no do I? Of course I don't.
That's the real reason as to why I'm going back, right? Of course it is...... Of course it is.
I made my way to the front porch and slowly climbed the steps before pulling out my key. After turning it in the keyhole, I slowly opened the door.
Coming back was a bad idea.
Yelling. The moment the opened, there was yelling.
They had to be waiting for me.
"What are you doing back so soon?!" They didn't want me to come back?
"You have the nerve to leave in the middle of our discussion?! Then you think it's alright to just come back?" Maybe that was foolish of me.
"I swear, you are such an ignorant little girl. No wonder you want to be a fashion designer." I didn't like that...
"I didn't want to catch a cold!" I yelled, just before lunging at them with my favorite tool.
I told you it wouldn't have gone unused for long.
I looked down on my hands. So much red.
I sniffed the air. It reeked of their bodily fluids.
That felt so good...but wait. They will still be around in the morning right? They have to take me to the mall to buy a prom dress.
Look at this mess they've made too. Do they really expect me to clean it up?
My foot lightly tapped their sides. It came back red.
My eyes widened in horror. What did I do?
I look down at my hand and see the knife painted in blood. This time it isn't my blood.
How could I have done such a thing? It happened so quickly.
But...it really did feel good....didn't it?
Repeatedly stabbing one of them as the other stood, screaming in terror, waiting for it to be their turn.
I should do something about this mess...
I look left and right, at my hands, the floor. It had to have been ten minutes before I decided to rush off to the bathroom and wash the knife off, along with my hands.
The knife should be clean now. I wrapped it in tissue paper, not wanting to touch the now clean tool.
I walk back to the living room, where I last saw my parents.
One last look, before I placed the knife in my father's hand and began to scream. I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to come running. Loud enough that the police were called.
By the time they were banging on the door I had tears streaming down my face.
"I don't know what happened!" I sobbed." I just came back home from the library and find them here like this!" I was panicking. I come home to my parents dead.
Police, detectives, doctors, all crowded in my house.
This was my time to sneak off. Which explains why I am here in the woods now.
The rain died down. There was nothing but a cool breeze and smell of rain.
I walked slowly. I knew my destination. A cliff by the end of the woods. It had such a beautiful view. It would be the perfect spot.
Thirty minutes had to have gone by, enough time for people to start questioning my absence and assuming I committed the crime.
It's too bad they will never figure out the truth.
One step....and I fell to my death. Don't worry...I wasn't scared of death. [/fieldbox]

KAY
NO
STOP THIS MADNESS

Immortal_Chaos said:

KAY
NO
STOP THIS MADNESS

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............What I do?

[fieldbox= I know your fears, blue, solid]
Fear.
An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.
If it is so unpleasant, why do I enjoy the look of fear in their eyes?
Their knees shaking, as though terrified of what should happen next, and they should be!
I stood waiting in the dark, little room. There wasn't much else for me to do. Just. Wait.
A smile appeared on my face, the corners of my lips curving ever so slightly, as I began to fantasize about my next victim.
How long have I been waiting? Couldn't have been more than a year I suppose.
But I can feel my time is coming. This time, it would give a nice laugh for a long time.
I remember the last like it was just yesterday.

I waited patiently. In the same little room I always waited in.
Dark. Cold. Lonely.
It was worth it, I can tell you that.
Suddenly, a door on the other side opened slowly. It was as though the one who opened the door was too tired to go any faster.
Don't worry, I should be able to wake them up well enough.
It was a tall, dark male. His eyes were only half open when he turned my way. It wasn't time yet, all I could do was act natural.
He stared at me. Looked at me as he ran a comb through his thick hair.
He must be really tired. He hadn't noticed when I stopped mimicking his movement.
Five minutes must have passed.
He went stiff and stared into my eyes for a good minute.
Slowly. Slowly my eyes turned to a dark shade of red.
I smiled and let my sharp teeth show.
"I know you fears," I spoke to him in a sing-song tone as a spider crawled out my ear slowly.
I did nothing. He started to hyperventilate.
The smile never left my face. Not even when the spider crawled from the side of my face and over to my mouth.
I slowly departed my teeth, giving the spider an entrance.
Oh, but I wasn't stopping my fun there.
The lights began to flicker. The room was quiet aside from the noise coming from my mouth. It was so low, you could barely hear it. Eventually, I couldn't stop laughing.
The next time the light has flickered on, a giant huntsman spider could be seen in the upper right corner of the room. At least...it looked like the giant huntsman spider.
The male quickly turned around after seeing the spider in the little room I was in.
You shouldn't have turned around.
It was painful. I could tell by the agonized screams leaving his mouth.

The door opened once again, after one hundred years.
You wouldn't believe who appeared on the other side.
It was a tall...dark...male.
I stared at him. Doing nothing. Acting natural.
But something stopped me. His eyes. What's wrong with his eyes?
They're pitch black. Not a single hint of white shown.
He opened his mouth. His teeth. What's wrong with his teeth?
They're yellow. A few of them were even missing.
I don't understand. What is going on?
I looked him up and down. I didn't even care if I gave up my cover way too early.
Something didn't seem right.
A smile appeared on his face. It seemed almost normal.
Suddenly... his eyes began to flicker red, on and off. Like a child meddling with a light switch.
His teeth grew sharp. Rows of them began to appear. They grew from the gums in his mouth. It looked almost painful as blood ran down the side of his mouth.
My eyes widened.
What is this? Fear? I can't....I can't be experiencing fear.
I watched his right hand rise. His movements were to quick for me to realize what was going on.
He was able to shove his hand through my barrier. I didn't think it was possible.
I didn't think it was possible to feel pain.
I looked down and saw thick, black liquid oozing out my torso.
What is going on?
I was suddenly yanked to the other side.
I remember screaming, and hearing a soft whisper right before blacking out.
I know your fears. [/fieldbox]

Death, fear, destruction. The demon grinned, lanquishing in it as her fingers danced, creating hundreds of characters to destroy.
But this was no ordinary demon.
IT WAS A NINJA KAY DEMON *le gasp*

Immortal_Chaos said:

Death, fear, destruction. The demon grinned, lanquishing in it as her fingers danced, creating hundreds of characters to destroy.
But this was no ordinary demon.
IT WAS A NINJA KAY DEMON *le gasp*

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Mwahahaha >:D

I need to keep this thread relevant xD

Sorry I haven't been posting any stories lately, I've got writers block and I start to feel anxious when I even think about writing. :/

Dammit Kay I was expecting another depressing story

Immortal_Chaos said:

Dammit Kay I was expecting another depressing story

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I will try and write a depressing story tomorrow then -3-

[fieldbox= I'm Sorry, red, solid]
I stared down at the ground.
It was a sloppy job, but it was the best I could do for now.
I turned around and began my way home. I wasn't thinking of today's earlier events. I was only focusing on the night's atmosphere. I loved the feeling it gave off. Not too cold, not too hot. The slight breeze blew my hair back. It was like little fingers playing with my hair and massaging my scalp.
Five minutes had to have passed by now. Five minutes and I was closer to my destination.
I got closer to my house and entered through the back door. Once entering I payed no mind to the darkness surrounding me. The house's old age caused the floor beneath me to creak. There were spiderwebs in the corner up on the ceiling. The furniture around me had a dark tone to them, letting them blend in with the darkness.
With one thought in my mind, I went straight ahead, off to the bathroom.
I switched the lights on and went over to the sink. My hands were under the faucet. Running water rinsing off the red liquid on my hands.
My eyes stayed glued to my hands, wanting to make sure every speck of dirt was off.
What was that?
I lifted my head and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
The noise was gone. I had nothing to worry about. I turn the water off and dried my hands on the towel by the sink.
There it is again.
I jerked my head towards the door. I'm hearing something, but what is it?
Nobody would be in the house besides me. I'm the only one that lives here. It must be the wind, blowing the tree branches, causing them to scrape the windows.
That must be it. But...if that's what I'm hearing, why does it sounds like the floorboards were creaking?
I've been in this house for years. I should know what that sound is. I cautiously left the bathroom with my hand gripping the knife I've been holding all night.
First stop was the kitchen, where the backdoor was located. I looked around carefully, not wanting to miss any little detail.
There was nothing. Nothing that could be seen So what was I hearing?
I turn around. Slowly and carefully.
I turn around and....and I see it.
"No.." I shake my head disbelievingly. "I-I got rid of you. I buried you twenty minutes ago." I lost my calm and began to panic.
It moved closer to me. I had nowhere to go except backwards, up against the wall. Why? Why does it have to be me?
The second my back hit the wall it began to move quicker. There was nothing I could do. I had no time before cold, rough, filthy hands gripped my neck.
"How could you?!" it yelled. The moment its mouth opened, you could see sharp, yellow teeth. Not just normal teeth either, there were rows of them.
"Please! Have mercy!" I began to sob. You should have been gone. I took care of you. I-I killed you.
The nails on its fingers dug deeper into my flesh, just as I began to feel sharp pains in my abdomen, along with my neck and arms.
"It's your turn, it's your turn, it's you turn." It was repeated its words, like a little child excited about a game. A twisted smiled appeared on its face as blood seeped through the fingers around my neck.
My eyes began to slowly close. "I'm sorry," I whispered, unable to speak any louder.
It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I would have had to repeat the same demise the moment I wake up.
I said I was sorry, but I guess killing me once wasn't good enough. [/fieldbox]

Damn it's been awhile....


[fieldbox= Best Dad In The World, blue, solid]
I could never have sleepovers. I never had a parent attend parent teacher night. I never had any parent there for me. I couldn't even have friends.
My mom died when I was five. I saw the knife pierce threw her chest with my own eyes.
I brought a friend over when for my seventh birthday. That didn't go very well. He was choked to death by his hands.
I now stood at thirteen years old. I was seated in the living room, looking at the red carpet. It's been stained by the same smell of raw meat five times in the past thirteen years. It was smart for us to have gotten a red carpet, though there were some spots darker than others.
"Dad?" I called out. He should have been in the kitchen, sharpening his knives.
I didn't want to make him angry if I repeatedly called his name. I've come close to being another one of those stains on the carpet too many times. I just want it to be over. I want to stop seeing the deaths. I want to stop the shouting. I want to stop having to help hide the bodies in the basement.
The first body that was ever put down there was my babysitter. I've had her take care of me when I was a baby. She died by being beat to death with a baseball bat. I was seated in my playpen at the time.
Mom was the second. She didn't do anything wrong, only complaining about our lack of money. Dad thought it was her way of saying he was no help. They argued a lot that night. It took dad a long time before taking out his knife. He must have really loved her.
"What the hell do you want?!" dad yelled at me as he entered the living room.
"You haven't given me any food in the past two days... are you going to make dinner?" I asked him timidly.
"Can you get any more selfish?! I'm busy all the time and when I get home you want to bug me about food?!"
"I-I'm sor--" I was cut off before the word could even leave my mouth.
"No! I'm sick of you always begging for stuff!" Dad began waving his freshly cut knife around. I should have waited until he was done sharpening and putting his knives away.
I started to cry. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I was scared that I would be another body thrown into the basement.
"Stop your crying! I don't want to see it!"
His yelling had me start sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, daddy! Don't hurt me!" I cried as I saw him approach the chair I was seated in.
He was getting closer and I could only think of one thing to do. I jumped out the chair and ran between his legs, to the other side of the room.
Dad whipped around so fast, that he ended up tripped. I only watched him slip and reach out to catch himself, with the same hand that held the knife. It was pointed at a weird angle, causing the blade to cut through his torso.
I began to hyperventilate as I saw a puddle of blood surround the body on the ground. The puddle was getting bigger, and ended up reaching my feet.
I couldn't help it. I got scared and ended up screaming. I didn't know what to do.
"What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?!"
Just then, a loud knock was heard at the front door. I wasn't sure what to do, and only managed to get more scared, and sobbed until the door was knocked down.
"Police! Put your hands where I can see them!" A large man came in the room pointing the gun at the man bleeding, then at me.
"I didn't do it! He fell!" I fell to my knees before breaking down into more tears. "He was gonna kill me, but he fell and hurt himself!"
The officer spoke in his little radio before kneeling down to my side. "What's you name, son?"
"P-Peter," I managed to say.
"Peter? I know a place for you to stay. Is that okay?"
I only nodded. I wasn't completely ignorant. I have nowhere else to go. The only other option is to go live in a foster care. The officer stood up, waiting for me to do the same. I followed suit and the man put a hand on my shoulder as he led me out the house and to his car.
I looked out the window the whole car ride, and just as suspected, we pulled up to a foster care.
"You'll only stay here until we find any other family member you can stay with," the officer said before dropping me off.
I was lead into a room with one bed. I seemed to me that I was the only one with a single room. I wouldn't have paid no mind to it... if the lady running this place didn't have a smirk on her face before closing the door.
I stood from my bed and ran over to the door, trying to peak out, only to find that it was locked.
"Fuck you!" I called through the door before dragging my feet back to bed. I laid down, but couldn't sleep.
I kept smelling the scent of blood. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw red. I saw my mothers emotionless face, laying on the living room floor. I saw my first and last good friend, with his face purple due to lack of air.
So much red could be seen. Splattered on the walls, oozing on the carpet. I couldn't stand it anymore and opened my eyes.
"Agh!"
"You thought you could get rid of me Peter?!"
"No, no, no. I saw you dead!" I yelled.
"You thought you could get rid of me that easily?!" His face was white, the color drained from his face. His eyes were rolled back to the back of his head. His front shirt and soaking with his own blood.
"Dad! Please! It wasn't my fault!"
"You were a mistake! You should have known you couldn't get rid of me that easily!"
"Dad! No! Please, n-!"
The rest of the night was quiet. Nothing could be heard but the crickets chirping outside, and the flickering street lamps. The night was so quiet and peaceful.
The morning could have been the same, but was interrupted by the screaming of a female, the owner of the foster care. [/fieldbox]

Well... I forgot about remembering to read these in the right mood.
Its still good though ^-^

[fieldbox= The Mirror, red, solid]
I stared.
She looked back.
I hated that face.
It's ugly.
No one likes it... not even me.
Would anyone care?
I don't see why you keep coming back...
She said to me.
I looked at myself in the mirror. "Who else will care?" I asked quietly.
People will think you're crazy if you keep talking to me.
I looked in the mirror and put my hand to it. "Who else will I talk to?"
I bet you're probably just jealous because you don't get loved the way other people do.
"Yeah.. It's irritating sometimes...I'm always brushed aside."
But I don't get it. You want to feel loved, yet you stay away from people.
"I guess I don't want to know for sure if I'm liked or not."
Are you going to cry again tonight?
"I feel like I am...but I don't want to."
Yes you do. You know it helps release built up emotions.
"I guess so..."
Everyday and every night... I feel like crying. I get mad at people...but I don't know why.
Why do you want people to say bad things about you?
"So I have an actual reason to be mad and upset."
No one ever notices you. Why don't you just end it all? No one cares and you know it.
"I told myself no suicide... I can't achieve what I want in life if I'm dead. Even if it means doing it with no one by my side."
Just then there was a banging on the door. "Hurry up in there!" I sighed once hearing his voice and had my hand on the door knob.
Something was stopping me from turning the knob... I don't understand what's happening.
I looked back at the mirror and noticed something that wasn't there before. The eyes turned red..
But that's just my reflection. What happened to my eyes? Is that even me?
Why can't you just end it! No one will notice! No one will care! Join me!
Something didn't seem right... but at the same time, I still wanted to listen to her words. She had an evil grin on her face. Tugging on the corner of her mouth.
I walked over the mirror
"I said hurry your ass up!"
End it all!
I looked around the the bathroom and saw my blade on the bathroom sink. I picked it up and looked at my reflection.
Yesss! Do it!
My bottom lip quivered as I put the cold blade on my naked wrist.
Come oonn! They wouldn't care! Don't you want to stop the pain?!
"Hurry up or else I'm busting this door down!"
One quick swipe. Making sure I cut a vein. I did the same to my other wrist as the blood kept rushing out.
My vision was beginning to blur at the lose of blood. I could hear my reflection laughing.
I looking up and saw a hand reaching towards me. Reaching out the mirror.
What did I do?
You're almost there.
I was getting dizzy and could no longer stand on my own feet. The blood was rushing out quicker and quicker, and it was matter of time before I bleed out.
Just then, the door swung open. A scream could be heard, but it was cut short once seeing the dark reflection, half way out the mirror.
I'm surprised you didn't see the signs. I'm surprised no one cared for this girl. She was a lovely one....now she's mine. [/fieldbox]

[fieldbox= Her Voice, blue, solid]
I wandered through the newly bought mansion I was staying at.
It was around one in the morning.
I find it difficult to sleep right away in new places, so to pass the time I decided to check the place out.
The moon shined through the long, tall windows that lined up throughout the hallways.
It gave off an eerie look throughout the mansion, though it was strangely relaxing.
As I walked through the halls I ran my hand on the wall. It gave off a smooth and comforting feeling.
I suddenly stop walking to listen to my surroundings. It sounded as though there was a calming breeze flowing through the mansion, though it also sounded like someone singing.
Like the voice of a beautiful young woman, singing to a small child.
Though it didn't sound much of a lullaby. It reminded me more of mysterious woods late at night.
That's exactly what the sound reminds me of...but not in a scary way.
I listened carefully. I listened to what the voice was trying to say. I wanted so bad to hear the words. Then I realized...there were no words.
I let the voice guide me towards who I was hearing. I had to find out where it was coming from. It didn't even matter if it was coming from my sister's room, or even if it was the neighbors. As long as I got to find out what it was.
It felt like I have been looking forever, but only two minutes have passed.
I closed my eyes and let my ears guide me towards the music.
Five minutes must have passed by now.
Ten minutes.
Thirty minutes.
I'm here.
I look at my surroundings. I was no longer inside. It looked so beautiful outside. The moon shined brightly. Trees invaded my surroundings and stood so tall that they blocked the view of the sky.
I see nature, but where is the source of the voice?
Turn around.
Right there was a mysterious young lady sitting upon a rock. She turned to face me and had a small smile that anyone could fall in love with.
The slight breeze in the air brought volume to her long dark hair. The moon shined in just the right way to bring out her eyes.
She was perfect, almost like a dream.
"You must help me," she said softly.
"But how?" I asked. I was an ordinary teen boy, if you called a spoiled rich kid ordinary.
"You heard my song. You must be the one to come and help." The girl in front of me had teary eyes and looked at me with hope.
"W-what do you need help with?" I asked her, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm dying," was the last words I heard before watching her vanish.
I looked around at the trees surrounding me.
It was silent.
I should have been freaked out, but I still felt calm.
I walked further into the woods, trying to find the mysterious woman.
I was just about ready to give up and go home when I heard that same song....
"Let me help you," I whispered as I looked around.
"There's no way you would want to help me." The song stopped just as I heard her speak.
"Wanna bet?" I asked, challenging her. I let out a nervous laugh as I said that.
"You wouldn't want to...not after knowing the consequences." Just then, the woman appeared right in front of me. I stumbled back, creating more space between us.
"I-I can manage," I gulped down the lump in my throat.
I watched as a small smile crept onto her face while her song started back up. A gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I could hardly breath as I looked into those eyes...
I couldn't move, even as the mysterious woman made her way behind me. Her arms wrapped around my torso.
What is she doing?
She continued singing as her hand was softly placed on my cheek, moving my head so we could make eye contact.
I was sweating nervously, but listening to her song calmed me down.
Her lips gently touched mine. The moment we touched I had trouble breathing.
I couldn't pull away.
I could tell she was laughing while kissing me.
What are you doing to me?!
My body went limp as her song became dark.
Her hand slowly left my face as she pulled away, letting me fall to the ground.
"I told you...you wouldn't want to help me..."[/fieldbox]

Read while listening to this

Jesus Christ.
I forgot how depressing these were.
Thanks Kay!

[fieldbox= Just Another night, red, solid]
It was just another night.
Around nine to be exact.
My mom always came home late, which meant late dinners. During her time at work, and my time at home, I would be in my room alone.
I preferred it over being in the living room with my loud sisters. We'd all get so into what we were doing, we never bothered with turning on lights or anything, so the house was dark.
I never minded the dark. In fact, I loved it. When the whole house was dark, instead of just my room, it was even better. It was hard to explain, I guess you can say it's relaxing. But what's better than being in a dark house? Being outside at night.
It always smelt better at night than it did during the day. How can I explain such a smell? And during summer and spring? It was never too cold or too hot outside. And the sky? It was beautiful. The dark blue, it was one of my favorite colors. And little bright stars lighting up the sky, but not too bright.
Yes, outside at night was always perfect, but tonight, I was home in my room. The room would have been pure black if it weren't for my phone screen and the street lights that would shine through the blinds.
My music was playing softly. Just as I finished up a text, I clicked my phone off and closed my eyes, only listening to the music.
My phone buzzed, trying to tell me I got a text message. I opened my eyes and went to answer it.
I paused mid sentence when I thought I saw something in the corner of my eye. I looked to my left, but saw nothing but darkness. It was probably just my bangs getting in the way again, or maybe my lack of sleep was finally getting to me.
I shook my head and let out a short laugh before turning back towards my phone. Once again, after finishing up that text message, I clicked the power button and closed my eyes.
The music was so soft and relaxing. I could almost fall asleep if it weren't for it being loud downstairs. I didn't really mind, I just put my hands behind my head and hummed softly.
I must have been half asleep, because I didn't noticed how quiet it has gotten. My sister was no longer yelling at the other, and the TV didn't seem to be blasting.
All I could hear was my music, and the quiet buzz from the TV, signifying it was still on. They were probably waiting for something to come on, or maybe it was paused.
There was a small smile on my face as I took in the quiet. This is how I like spending my nights, that is, unless someone's got me hyped up enough to want to laugh and hang out with people for once.
My hand suddenly swung up and wiped the left side of my neck. It felt like something was crawling on it. I didn't really care for bugs, but once they start getting close to my face or neck, they get irritating.
I went back to listening to my music and texting every so often.
Once again, I stopped, thinking I saw something in the corner of my eye. I pushed my bangs out my face, beginning to get irritated. This happened way too often. I wasn't sure if it was due to lack of sleep, or because my mind keeps playing tricks on me because of my weak mental state at the moment.
It was at that moment, the room got pitch dark. The street lights outside seemed to have turned off, and my phone died on me. But I had it plugged in, charging...I know I did.
It was still quiet in the house, which made me wonder what was going on with my sisters. Maybe the power went out.
I got off my bed and walked down stairs. I had my hands out in front of me, as though I was walking like a zombie, trying to find my way around the dark house.
"What hell happened?" I asked the two, only to be greeted with an empty room. "Where are you guys at?" I asked. I tried walking over to the bookshelf without tripping, knowing we had a flashlight on the shelf.
I grabbed the flashlight and flicked it on...but it was still dark. I forgot the batteries died since the last time it was used. It was going to be hard finding batteries for it in the dark.
I sighed as I walked around in the dark, making my way to the draw in the kitchen where I knew the batteries were kept. On the way there, I tripped over what I thought was a shoe. I caught myself before hitting the floor, silently cursing under my breath.
I felt around for the handle to the drawer and grabbed the batteries. I fumbled around with the batteries, trying as best as I could to make sure I was putting them in correctly.
The flashlight lit up the space in front of me, finally bringing light to the house.
"Where are you guys at?" I asked, seeing no one was downstairs. My sisters were just here before. They couldn't have gone out, and I would've heard them go upstairs.
I sighed, annoyed. I walked back upstairs to try and find them.
If they were playing some joke they better know I am not in the mood for their jokes.
I dropped my hands to my side, letting the flashlight shine downwards as I walked up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, the TV started to buzz. The loud noise it makes when there is no signal.
I jerked my head up and ran back down stairs to turn it off. On my towards the TV, I slipped on something spilled on the floor. "Really guy? You can't clean up after yourselves?" I asked allowed, even though I had no idea where they were. Whatever I slipped on felt sticky, so my guess is, someone spilled juice.
I stood up angrily and turned the TV off before going right back upstairs. This time there was no interruptions.
My first stop was my mom's room, since it was the first door you'd see when walking up the stairs. I knew there were times my sisters would go in there, even if they weren't allowed to.
The next room I looked in was my older sister's room. She wasn't in there either. Last room was mine, the one I shared with my younger sister.
I pulled my phone out, about to text my sister...until I remembered it was dead. I angrily threw my phone down. and shined the flashlight around the room.
I would've went back to doing right what I was before if I wasn't feeling so uneasy.
The room temperature seemed to have dropped greatly.
The flashlight flickered out.
It was then that I felt that whatever was going on, couldn't have been natural.
I shook the flashlight, trying to make the light come back on.
The second it did, I held the light up directly in front of me. I shined right in front of me to see a black figure only a couple inches away my face.
"Agh!" I let out a short scream in surprise.
The thing I've been seeing in the corner of my eye. The thing I thought I was only seeing because I needed sleep. The thing I thought was just my imagination, seemed to have been real.
But if that's true. It must have been there for weeks.
The lights began to flicker on and off as the figure moved closer to me. The corners of his lips curled to show a grin, showing his pointed teeth.
I backed away, but tripped over something behind me.
I was shocked. Too scared to even try and get up. I backed away, looking up at that face. I noticed his hands were stained red, along with a red liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth.
I couldn't breath. Something that looked straight out of my nightmares was standing right before my eyes.
I let out one last scream.
The last thing I heard was the garage door opening, signifying my mom was now home.
It was too late for me, just as it was too late for my sisters... it was only a matter of time before my mom got the same fate.
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Not one of my best endings...In my opinion

[fieldbox= What I Hate The Most, goldenrod, solid]
What I hate the most.
I hate having to look in their eyes.
Their cold harsh eyes.
They don't know it, but those words can sting.
What I hate the most, is about as bad as your fear of snakes.
I hate having to stand up and speak to them.
You never know what they think of your words.
But why care?
They're irritating! They...hate.
They say they care! They say you're their friend! But they...hate.
They talk behind your back.
Make you feel like shit.
They exploit the one thing...you hate most about yourself.
What I hate the most.
What I hate the most, is that feeling.
That feeling of being alone...but not knowing a way of dealing.
What I hate the most.
Is that image.the image I'm forced to see.
That image that is known as myself.
The thoughts that I, myself
Think of.
What I hate the most...you probably didn't know. [/fieldbox]