Fangs diary
Day 1:
My life is spiraling downward into a black pit of angst and pain. No one can possibly understand the pain I undergo each and every torturous day. The flock is slowly and painfully devouring my soul and I'm left as just an empty shell of my former self. The only pleasure in my life if brought to me by my beautiful blades. They are all I need in this soul sucking would. They are the sole owners of the power to release me from my endless torment. My eyeliner ran down my face like black streams from Hell's gates as I cried myself to sleep yet again.
So...yesterday I was applying more eyeliner when Gazzy ran in and stole it and my favorite black lipstick. I felt my heart rip into tiny dead pieces of flesh as he made off with parts of my soul. I couldn't do anything but fall to the floor in tears. Then I cried harder realizing that my mascara was now running down my face. I pulled out one of my razors, entirely prepared to feel the sweet pain that would come once I tore through the flesh of my arm but Max stormed in and stole my razor as well. I rushed into the living room and screamed.
"You don't understand me! My very soul is being destroyed at the hands of you monsters!"
I then entered my room where I calmed myself by making sock puppets out of the squirrels outside my window. They kept me up for hours last night.
At midnight it was time for my daily ritual. The flock didn't understand my pain so in the night while Iggy and Gazzy lay fast asleep I would place leeches on them and collect their blood. You don't need to know what I use it for.
Fangs diary
Day 2:
The ritual passed without a flaw and Satan accepted the blood without any displeasure. I was pleased for only a few moments then the happiness faded.
Halfway through breakfast I felt an extra wave of angst as I remembered how Iggy called me a "ticking time bomb," just a few days ago. I briefly considered stabbing myself with the butter knife but Max was around.
I narrowed my eyes at her, the Witch (Max) was sitting across from me. I dropped the knife in my lap ignoring the tears spilling down my face.
Why didn't they understand me? I wish they would just leave me alone. Then that damned Angel spoke up.
"Maaaaaaax, Fang has a knife," Angel whined. I stood and rushed out of the kitchen, knife in hand but Max got the knife from me.
Fortunately, when the Witch grabbed the knife from my hand it sliced my palm open. I savored the delicious pain for only a moment before I rushed back into my room ignoring the Witch's astonishment.
In the safety of my room I examined my palm. Blood was gushing from the wound and a steady flow of pain remained as well. I enjoyed the distraction from my usual misery as I dripped the blood into a small vial. I hurried into my closet and shoved past my morbid clothing.
In the back wall of my closet was a hole I made myself. I placed the vial of my blood with the others and retreated. The rest of my day was spent moping around avoiding the Witch and hiding my "sock puppets" where she would find them.
Fangs diary
Day 3:
I didn't know my soul could be in so much pain. I felt like the Witch was senselessly burning my soul and dancing in the ashes. All I could think about was ending my pain and slitting my wrist just once...or twice...or maybe three times but thats all. Unfortunately, the Witch was stealing all of my sharp objects. She even stole my curtains. How am I supposed to suffocate myself without curtains? I could use my scarf I got in Paris but that is missing too. I ended up banging my head against the wall until that damned Angel told on me and the Witch came In and started hitting me. I kind of liked it so I let her. But then she realized and hugged me close. I squirmed but she was strong for a she-witch.
"There is no God!" I yelled. That was when she finally let me go. I fell to my knees and got a genius idea. I crawled to the closet, ignoring the Witch. I got rug burn by the way. It was so painful...and awesome. I grabbed one of my dozens of studded belts and grabbed the pointed part at the end. I scratched until I finally broke skin and started to bleed. It was so damn painful. I also made sure to fill a few vials with my blood and store it in my closet. Satan would be so pleased.
But that damned Witch was suspicious so she came barging in on me and my belt. She took all of my belts. All of them. I cried all day. Gazzy brought me food but I was too sad to eat. Max had once again taken my heart and thrown it into a shredder then fed the remains to wild dogs. I just needed to die. That way I could live with Satan happily. But then the Witch would win. I can't let that happen.
I spent the rest of the day hating my life and eating. After I ate what Gazzy brought me, I decided I would make peace with Max. I escaped through my window. Outside, I captured as many mice as I could find and I killed them(I saved their blood). I used their tails as string and their teeth as beads. I made Max a peace necklace and stuffed it under my pillow to give to her tomorrow at breakfast.