Creation of Demons by Beautiful Death

"You're beautiful."

The words I've always wanted to hear, but knew I would never believe. How could someone really think that of me? Why would they? What is there to like? What is there to love?

He dipped his head low and his lips met mine.

Where are the sparks? Why isn't my heart racing? Why isn't this like the fairy tales? Why did I hope for a fairy tale in the first place? His touch feels as thought it's burning through me.

He pulled away, hungrily staring at my body.

Why do I want to leave? Why do I want to scream? Why do I feel the urge to run? Where is my Prince? What happened to the white horse and meaningful words?

"Red suits you best. You'll be so beautiful."

No it doesn't. Blue is what everyone else has told me. How could he see red? I did not wear red, it was my unlucky color. So why?

He dragged something over my skin tenderly.

Why do I feel pain? I don't understand. I thought it was over. Why is my skin slick and sticky? What is happening to me?

A soft flick sounded through my ears.

What is this searing pain? It burns! Why does it burn! Why do I feel such pain? Why won't it end?

He chuckled softly, softly tracing circles on my cheek.

Why can't I leave? Why can't I see? Why can't I scream? I want to move away. I want to stop this pain!

His padded fingers wiped away my tears.

Why? Why can I still cry? All my tears are gone. Why are my tears so thick? Why do they smear across my skin? Why can I feel his smile and why does it terrify me so?

"Flowing blood, stitched lips, hair of fire and tears of blood. All of these suit you well, my love. As I knew it would."

Why me..?

"Death makes you shine even more radiantly."

Is that what this pain is? I thought once you died, your soul moved on? Why? Why can't I escape this prison that is my flesh? Why must I endure?

"W-What are you doing? You were dead!"

I am moving? What is this? What are my finger clenching so hard? What is that sound? Why does it feel so good?

His grip on my wrists slowly fell slack as I felt my lips lift into a smile.

My fear is gone. My anxiety vanished. Terror and pain extinct. All feeling abolished.

My nightmare has only just begun.

Someone, anyone, please. Help me.

Fin.

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I think I just needed a stress/depression reliever, which is where this came from. It originally started as a poem, but when I just let everything flow out, it didn't stay that way. And thank you to 00chalcedony00 on dA for letting me use their art for a cover!