My mind is a place I dare not visit; especially when I'm alone. That's the very reason I keep myself occupied. Busy scurrying from place to place, filling up my time with silly nonsense.
But today was different.
I found myself at a blank; there was nothing to do. Nothing to keep my mind occupied.
That was when I began searching; running through the corridors of my mind searching, looking for an idea or a simple thought to use to at least write and stay out of the depths of my mind.
But there was nothing that could save me and I strayed further than I dared.
Compared to my usual sanctuary of imagination, the depths of my mind were dangerous, bizarre, peculiar and filled with an unknown anger.
It was agonizing; yet it wasn't over.
I came face to face with myself, yet at the same time it wasn't me.
I saw myself covered in blood, smiling and enjoying every second of it.
It couldn't be me,
she was too cruel, too vain.
She approached me and circled around me; I was her prey.
I felt chills run through my body, my knees weakening, and my breath coming in short gasps.
She stared at me and laughed, mimicking my scared face.
She licked her lips and tossed her blood soaked hair back, never taking her eyes off me.
The depths of my mind cannot be explored when I'm afraid,
and yet here I stand, trembling before her.
Scared of what could be, scared of what she would do.
"I'm not ready to leave," she simply said. Her black eyes bore into mine. Relieved I managed to stand.
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"When I'm ready to take over, I won't need an invitation," she smiled crudely. "Remember, you don't and can't control me."
I dared not speak, I dared not move. She had me mesmerized as I remembered the last time she had come around.
She cackled as she reached out her hands to grab me. She licked me, covering my face in blood; her black eyes bore into my very soul. She placed her hand over my heart and fed her blood into it.
The pain was excruciating; it was enough to bring me back to reality.
I jumped out of my bed, rushing to my mirror to see if I was alright.
There was not a sign of blood on me.
I laughed nervously. Stepping away from my reflection and turning to my bed.
My bed...
my blood soaked bed.
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Any resemblance to an actual event is pure coincidence; this is a work of fiction.
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Comments (6)
That is creepy XD
I like it!
My God. I don't think I trust you around my heart anymore...
....or my bed ;DDanger always lurks everywhere but we tend to overlook it. Nice story.
Scary.......
@AsToldByBella - It is creepy... I scared myself :D
@MetalRain66 - ahahahahahhahahahaha hahahha haha haha hhha hahaha
@Murazrai - Thank you ^__^@RestlessButterfly - Yes, it is
I really enjoyed this, you're a great blogger.