This is another idea that has been floating about in my head, and it finally got to the point where it was the only thing I could think about. So here it is.


Did they notice I was missing? Did they even care? It's like I don't exist to them. Like I'm a very a live figment of their imagination, one that simply follows everywhere they go... Don't I mean something to at least one of them? I don't know how long I've been here, the days begin to fade into one long nightmare. Had I been here a month? A year? I don't know...

Blood and gore cover the room in which I now reside... demons, humans, and other random creatures I was forced to kill through possession. Their life source stains my hands and garments a deep rich red, my hair dyed also by the liquid. I felt my stomach sicken at the stench, the sight, and the guilt. If only I was stronger, if only I wasn't a weakling then maybe all these beings would be living, but I'm not. I think my soul is dying.

The madness is tearing at my reality, causing the fabric of life to become a ragged mess. I began to wonder who I am anymore, and what I once was. Why couldn't I just remember, why is the world outside this room a blur to me? All I remember is one lone name, but even that to is starting to fade. Why is this happening to me? I just want to forget this and go back to before, but I can't remember before. Just that one lone name, which I think is mine. I'm not sure...

I just wish this torture would end, and that maybe I would wake up somewhere surrounded by the people I love. But I can't remember their names, their faces, or even how I met them.

And now I scream the only name I know


first chapter! what does anyone think?

Hiding behind a mask