PrologueA Chapter by Ashley.M.EBlack
as coal eyes peered in the darkness, the only sounds was the crackling of a
dying fire and the only smell was of blood that scared even the slimmest of
animals away from the campsite. The tears of a weeping child could be heard yet
no sounds came from her quivering lips. She hit the grass with her hands,
running her hand through it as though the damp due would clean her of her sins;
it didn’t. She stood there with her head low, her hands shaking as she looked
down at them, covered with blood, dirt, and grass she pulled from the ground. She
could almost feel the claws with sharp nail like fingers stabbing into her right
shoulder going down slowly past her long black hair, stopping right before her
hips. When she had first felt this feeling of this invisible claw it had caused
her to jump and then become frozen in pain, her head yanked upwards and she let
out a silent cry. In
the back of her mind, she knew it was nothing, but her nerves and body felt on
fire as if bleeding out completely. This happened excessively, a pain that
caused her to snap, even if it was nothing to everyone else. She knew it was
real, that this pain and force that she was put through every night was real. There
was no sadistic smile, no happiness, just tears. "Why, do I do this...?"
a voice like a whisper escaped her lips. The answer quickly came as it always did
in the voice of a muffled demonic voice that seemed to beat against her ribs
and her head. It took control of her as many other mentally illnesses did; the
only problem was she knew it, and she knew she wasn’t insane, no her demon was
real. She has always heard the scratching laugh of happiness in her head as the
blood dripped from her black hair, cloths, and arms to the camp grass and it
would all be gone by morning. Finally,
her hand let go of the slippery, blood-covered blade she had been holding in
her shaking hand. She felt almost blind for the first time since she stopped
her obsessive killing for the night. The happy family of four she had killed
laying in their tents, dead, it would take days before someone cared enough to
see what happened, the family a mother, father and their two young children,
both boys. After Carving into the mother’s swelling stomach, she had found that
another child was on the way. Did
she feel bad, yes, but like that mattered. She knew in the morning, after
cleaning up in the nearby fishing hole she would feel much better, all
reminders of it buried and gone. The only thing she would have would be the
knife, the weapon for the entire blood spill she had caused in the past eleven
years.
She
left the small square camp, walking down the dirt trail, her eyes to a clear
star filled sky, though no smile came to her face. Still she walked as though
nothing had happened. The pain and voice in her head mellowed as it got its
bite to eat and its need to see blood and death and dread. She made her way
through the forest to the water, pulling off the blood stained cloths she
thought nothing of it as she stared with wide eyes at the water. Cold and numb;
like her body already was, she did not hesitate as she walked further in the
lake, washing away the blood. © 2014 Ashley.M.EReviews
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