This story is very different. It has a darker nature to it, and it's scary! D= The upcoming chapters are not for people who don't like reading about blood! As usual, please read and review! You get a pillow!
A long, pale arm stretches out in the dark, dark darkness. Glowing like moonlight on water, it reaches out for me. I hang back, afraid of the darkness. Suspicious of the arm that frantically makes an effort to find me. I won't let it. I run away, desperately seeking solace. A bright, luminous forest. With sun rays going through the openings in the trees. Healthy. Live. Living.
Instead, I see the arm. It's accompanied by a hand. The hand grabs my leg, and I fall. My face turns from surprise to fear. It pulls me away, and I start screaming. Anybody. Somebody. Anyone. Someone. Why won't anybody come? Was I that expendable? Am I so worthless that nobody—not even my own family—will come to my aid?
Suddenly, a body comes out, the arm and hand connected to the torso. Something's wrong. Silver, wrinkled body. Not pale, like the arm and hand. The other arm and hand are pale. The upper body and down is a light brown. The face is covered by a silver mask. From the neck, the flesh looks soft and pretty, like a Vogue model, despite being a blood red. Yet, even without the uneven body, it was unrealistic. As though it wasn't supposed to belong. No, 'belong' isn't the right word. The soft flesh, it's not supposed to be like that. Yet, it is.
I scream once the hands grab my neck. I wanted to beg. To plead. To insist that it doesn't end my life here. With so much I wanted to do in this world, ending my life here would be wasteful. Yet, for some reason, I don't. Quickly, I raise my own hands to the pull and rip it off. The face is recognizable. It's my own.
And I watch as I choke myself to my death. My other personality laughs at me as she disappears into a burst of red and silver flames.
Yay for...weird stuff! ...That's all I can describe, really. Please review and have a good day!
