Holy crap. Ok, I wrote this when I was seriously depressed one day. Thought it sounded awesome and it's basically Oliver (2P!England) explaining his madness. These were his last words that he wrote for Arthur in a letter. Also! For those of you waiting on the next "jealousy" chapter, I'm working on it as we read! Don't worry, I'm not dead...yet...XD
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Except the words. Those are mine ^_^
Madness. Some say that he is not existent. Some say he comes in the night with demons at his feet while others say he whispers dark nothing's into your ear. He holds no true form other than what you perceive him as. His darkness consumes you as the world around you twists into his own little playground.
For me, he came in a dream. My first breath taking moment I caught a glimpse of my personal monster. He was but a shadow, creeping closer and closer to my beaten, lifeless soul. He picked up it's shaking form and breathed life into it.
It was no better than injecting a steady killing poison.
He confuses me. He tells me things I do and do not care to hear that warp my reality. He tells me dark secrets I should never hear, provides me with tragic visions I cannot decipher from pathetic dreams. But one thing he told me never left my consciousness.
We are all black inside.
We are tainted. We all have darkness deep inside us. A demon. It laughs at pain and craves blood. Some escape. They are fortunate if they don't meet the same date as their host. The possess us and when we are no longer needed, discard our lifeless forms until Death himself comes to take us away. He will put us in bags or sling is over his shoulders and throw us wherever he pleases. Whether it be Heaven or Hell.
My very thoughts are twisted and warped. They switch from his to mine. I used to be completely sane and my thoughts pure. I turn to those brief childish thoughts often. It may very well be this that has kept me from slipping into his cold fists.
I cripple under his gaze, cold and empty. His smile is like ice cutting through my body. I shiver as the chills of hatred wrack my form. I am so lost, I cannot come back.
I'm sorry.
This is probably not the last words you were expecting, I guess? They weren't what I wanted to depart with but I want you to know. I will miss you but I will feel much better. The pain will etch at my form until I am overtaken. My demon will laugh with no pity or remorse in his eyes. Red will fill my vision as the blood falls from my knife. My death was by my own hand and the blood from my heart. The delicious pain courses through my body until I am another empty shell for Death's taking. I am sorry, Arthur. This is goodbye.
- Oliver K.
So how was that? Depressing huh...
Nobuki: S-scary...Why'd you write about t-that?!
Me: Because I can *evil laugh* Review please! I want to see how my description skills (if I have any) are improving or if I just plain suck! Thanks~
