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I clamp my mouth shut, knowing that if I were to speak, I would die a terrible death. The man in front of me stares down at me with cold eyes and looks as if he is about to yell, but holds back and leans forward, a snarl growing upon his face. "You'll regret the day you were born, mister."
I stare at the puddles of blood around my sacrifice. They deserved to die. They had murdered my mother and my father. It's not wrong. I've got the right to have killed them. I look down at my knife and watch the blood drip slowly to the floor. This is such sweet revenge.
I look outside my window, taking in the sight of lit torches and sharp items. A store sits in front of the group of people and a girl is blocking the door, making sure the riot won't enter her family's store. I admire her for standing up against them. But, her fate will be a sad one.
This is still not my time. It'll never be my time. I am immortal. There isn't really a place for me in this world, but I'm still here. It wasn't really by choice. I was bitten and you can't get that curse taken away. It's stuck forever.
Breathe and let the air become still. It's all right. I'm still here. I will not move from this spot. I will not leave like everybody. Do not worry about me. Just don't forget to breathe. This is what we do. Don't forget that. Just come back and remember why we're here today.
Blood runs and I stare into your eyes. I only see the pain. I bet in mine you see a still calm. Yeah, such a worthless and uncaring expression within my eyes. You must hate me for this. It must make me inhuman. I'm sorry for what I've done.
I stand still in this dark corner. I can't help my fidgety movements. My fingers shake and my eyes dart from side to side. Why am I afraid? What do I got to lose? It's no big deal, yet I'm making it one. Maybe I need to learn to move on.
The beauty of this artist's painting was to die for. In it, there was a cluster of trees gathered around a meadow and a small girl stood in the very center, looking up at the blue, blue sky. This was true artistry. I'm so lucky to be able to see it.
I look forward and I see the red light. I've been stopped. I can't move or I'll be breaking the law. What if this was what it's like to live in a corrupted kingdom? I probably wouldn't survive. It'd be too much. I need to automatically be able to make decisions in my life. I can't survive otherwise.
A tree is growing and, believe me, it's beautiful and I just want to hug it. Strange isn't? And don't worry. I'm no tree hugger. It's just a wonderful thing...to watch your creation awakening. You'd understand if you were me.
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