The Darkness.

A Story by My-two-lives

The Darkness.

The darkness with get me.

Bindings around my arms, feeling the cold harshness of new clothes.

Mustn’t open my eyes, if I look into it, the void will eat me whole.

Voices, strange and foreign to my ears. I don’t know them. They speak to me in my tongue, yet their words are static screeching’s.

Must fight, mustn’t give up, don’t let them hurt me. Oh, God, how you abandoned me, you cowardly swine! Mustn’t give up, mustn’t give up…

Something sharp and painful jabs into my neck, and the already-hazy world collides with the darkness, sending my tormented mind into turmoil as the syringe empties of its contents into my bloodstream.

All hell has broken lose, eating me away, corroding me like water and stone.

My mind creates my hell, as I fall into a restless slumber.

© 2014 My-two-lives

Author's Note

More of a short idea than anything.
It's odd writing about these sorts of things, knowing full well that they might be shared, when you yourself struggle to admit such emotions and situations as these being lived out by people.

Well... yeah... this was me venting through an English Lit lesson when my mind decided it was gonna try and make me have a break down half way through a poem from Scars Upon My heart. - not good.
Might try to use this one day... leaving it here as an idea for now more than anything else.
What do you guys think?

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register

Reviews

RaeStems

ooh, I love dark creepy stuff like this. I feel that you should definitely add onto it and make it more descriptive and eery, maybe add a dream that increases that sort of psychosis sort of feeling and your mind playing tricks on you.