AkuRokuStalker
December 1st, 2012, 01:48 PM
Life was bad untill she met the monster, then life was great, at least for a little while.
The white walls were her confinment from the world, almost like a prison. She had always drempt of escaping, but they kept her trapped their like a princess in her tower: shelterd from the world, unable to tell right from wrong. They were the enimies in her kingdom. Enimies she could never truly escape. Many times she had asked others to take her in but to no avail. Slowly, she began to reced into herself becoming less and less human and more and more animal like. Survivng on her instincts more than her wit. She hated the person she had become, despised it with all her being. Then one day she just snapped.
For a long time the depresion only hit every once in a great amount of time. Then slowly the tears started falling once a month. Then every other week. Then every week. Then every night she would fall into a deep saddness. Sobs would rack her body untill she could barely breath. She was very good at hiding it when she left her tower.A simple lie about her allergies would explain the puffy eyes and the lies just continued. There was one other that she talked to, but it helped very little. This only proved her point that she was completely alone even further. She had become visouse to those around her. No one could ever see her weak side. No one. This was when the moster was its strongest
The monster had always been their waiting in the shadows for her to hear its plea. Even when she was young it was there, whispering just out of earshot. The monster had been slowly blossoming inside her, taking roots deep into her heart. She finally truly heard it when she saw her and her dealings with the monster. At first it was a whisper in the middle of her breakdowns, something she could easily ignore, but the temptations grew stronger and stronger with each passing day. It eventualy became all she could think about. The moster filled her every moment, weather she was awake or not. She fought it hard with every ouce of remaining will power she had. Then one night it was at its worst and she just could not take it any more. Through her blurry eyes she manged to see the monster's friend. She grabbed a hold of it with a relunctent grip. She held it in her palm the metal glistening in the light. Her thought swirled round and around. What would they think if they saw ruby red lines running across her porclein skin. The monster said they would not care. What would her already horrible life become of if they found out, The moster said it could not get any worse. It seemed that every reason she had the moster had something to counter with. It told her the tears would dissapear and stop showing her weakness to the world. It told her all her stress would dissapear. Its coaxing was like a lullbye telling her promises of love. She listened to the monster's every word and gave in. She hestintly pressed the metal to her tender wrist. It was not razor sharp, but it did not need to be. The sharp pain flowed through her like a drug as she did it over and over again. She watched in amazement as the warm liquid trickled down her flesh. It fascinated her the way each drop took its own path down her each deciding its own destiny. She did not cry for the rest of the night.
She told herself she would not let it get out of hand, that she would only do it when she was at her lowest. It wasn not long before that promise was broken, but she did manage to keep it contained to very small places. The task now was to hide it. She went through multiple jewelry untill she finally came across the perfect thing. She managed to hide it amazingly well up untill she started to be less aware and grow confident in her ability to make it go unnoticed. When they found it life went from bad to worse. It became unbareable and the monster grew more powerful with each passing day. They sent her to places she would never dream of going. Places that soon became her nightmare. They accused her of things she had never done. They accused her of lying about her pain, of manipulating them. She felt abandoned and like the monster was her only friend, so she fed it. She fed it every day, multiple times a day. Its hunger seemed to never shrink. The more she gave it the more it wanted. Many times she had tried to give the monster up, but failed every time. It had become a part of her, a peice of who she is. She had no escape...
The monster was her life now.
EDITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is something I came up with in boredom. I apologize for spelling and grammer. Say something if you like it.
The white walls were her confinment from the world, almost like a prison. She had always drempt of escaping, but they kept her trapped their like a princess in her tower: shelterd from the world, unable to tell right from wrong. They were the enimies in her kingdom. Enimies she could never truly escape. Many times she had asked others to take her in but to no avail. Slowly, she began to reced into herself becoming less and less human and more and more animal like. Survivng on her instincts more than her wit. She hated the person she had become, despised it with all her being. Then one day she just snapped.
For a long time the depresion only hit every once in a great amount of time. Then slowly the tears started falling once a month. Then every other week. Then every week. Then every night she would fall into a deep saddness. Sobs would rack her body untill she could barely breath. She was very good at hiding it when she left her tower.A simple lie about her allergies would explain the puffy eyes and the lies just continued. There was one other that she talked to, but it helped very little. This only proved her point that she was completely alone even further. She had become visouse to those around her. No one could ever see her weak side. No one. This was when the moster was its strongest
The monster had always been their waiting in the shadows for her to hear its plea. Even when she was young it was there, whispering just out of earshot. The monster had been slowly blossoming inside her, taking roots deep into her heart. She finally truly heard it when she saw her and her dealings with the monster. At first it was a whisper in the middle of her breakdowns, something she could easily ignore, but the temptations grew stronger and stronger with each passing day. It eventualy became all she could think about. The moster filled her every moment, weather she was awake or not. She fought it hard with every ouce of remaining will power she had. Then one night it was at its worst and she just could not take it any more. Through her blurry eyes she manged to see the monster's friend. She grabbed a hold of it with a relunctent grip. She held it in her palm the metal glistening in the light. Her thought swirled round and around. What would they think if they saw ruby red lines running across her porclein skin. The monster said they would not care. What would her already horrible life become of if they found out, The moster said it could not get any worse. It seemed that every reason she had the moster had something to counter with. It told her the tears would dissapear and stop showing her weakness to the world. It told her all her stress would dissapear. Its coaxing was like a lullbye telling her promises of love. She listened to the monster's every word and gave in. She hestintly pressed the metal to her tender wrist. It was not razor sharp, but it did not need to be. The sharp pain flowed through her like a drug as she did it over and over again. She watched in amazement as the warm liquid trickled down her flesh. It fascinated her the way each drop took its own path down her each deciding its own destiny. She did not cry for the rest of the night.
She told herself she would not let it get out of hand, that she would only do it when she was at her lowest. It wasn not long before that promise was broken, but she did manage to keep it contained to very small places. The task now was to hide it. She went through multiple jewelry untill she finally came across the perfect thing. She managed to hide it amazingly well up untill she started to be less aware and grow confident in her ability to make it go unnoticed. When they found it life went from bad to worse. It became unbareable and the monster grew more powerful with each passing day. They sent her to places she would never dream of going. Places that soon became her nightmare. They accused her of things she had never done. They accused her of lying about her pain, of manipulating them. She felt abandoned and like the monster was her only friend, so she fed it. She fed it every day, multiple times a day. Its hunger seemed to never shrink. The more she gave it the more it wanted. Many times she had tried to give the monster up, but failed every time. It had become a part of her, a peice of who she is. She had no escape...
The monster was her life now.
EDITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is something I came up with in boredom. I apologize for spelling and grammer. Say something if you like it.