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just b.s.ing. trying to get my story making skills back. I did write something like this previously, but when I went to submit it, it was deleted. so... yeah. the first one was better. >_> .. but please critic. I would like to improve once more <

     I didn't know how to explain it, no one did. No matter how many times I searched for the answer, I always found myself at a cliff. Where I would almost fall into oblivion, but no matter how much I wished for it. For death. My deliverance never came.

     I wish I had the means to stop this destruction. I wish and I wish so much now, but the falling stars never come near me anymore.They didn’t understand…How their arrows and their swords…The hurt and the pain…Only brought about the fierce wrath they were trying to destroy. For you see… she hates pain. She abhors even the utterance of the word. Her tortured soul cries out in the form of malevolence.

 

     I always wondered if I could have stopped her. We were both born at the same time. Twins you would say. Oh how I longed for her to be only that. I wasn’t even aware of her existence at this point. She never showed herself to me and loved to sleep, saving her energy… This beings first appearance was when I was but only five years of age. I was playing in the rose garden behind my grandmother’s rotting cottage. The paint peeling off of the wooden surface in an erratic design that reminded me of angels. I felt safe here as I laid down next to the bushes of flowers and twirled a rose in my hands. Yet the rose suddenly became my enemy, raging a war against my finger. Of course, my finger lost, and the small insignificant drop of blood that seeped from my skin…That little speck in time, is what jerked her attention to the waking world. Furious, she merely stared at the flower and it tore into pieces that floated down all around her. I had to open my eyes before I knew what befell my poor feeble rose. Yet I still didn’t even know she was there. If only I paid closer attention…Her presence became more clear, however. Anything that angered me would just disappear. As if in a blink of an eye all my troubles would be gone, but they were really only just beginning… Though no matter how many times she would ‘assist’ with my struggles, I don’t believe anything could have prepared me for the events that began to unfold at my feet.

 

 

 

     They started this… I had control, I swear! At least until now…Blood stained white robes billow out in the wind, shattered wings and torn out feathers float about, and faces stare up towards the evens with a look of despair.I try to look away. I try to feel the burden of sadness that befalls any normal human being, but the blood continues to drip from my clawed hands. The demented grin upon my face far from being faded.

 

  The pages of my life are like sequences to a horror movie. Gruesome and fatal. Only this time, there is no ending. There is no going to bed at night.

Author's Note

please check for sentences you don't understand and make sure to let me know if my writing seems a bit off... if that makes sense.. xD Any other forms of help would be appreciated. <3