A Pierced Shadow
Shadow's Story
Rate M for lemons, blood, and language
Maybe I was dreaming...
Maybe I wasn't...
I raised the blade to my wrist...
For the first time in my life tears flowed down my cheeks.
They had always been dry and cold.
I started sobbing.
I don't know why I do this, I guess everyone thinks of me as a monster...
I gripped the blade harder as I quickly slit my wrist.
I hissed in pain.
That wasn't the first scar I had...
The tears kept flowing...
Never in my life have I felt so weak, I felt like crawling in a hole and dying...
No one cared...
Nobody...
Suddenly adrenaline rushed through my veins, I roared with rage.
That's all my life is conceived of is rage, fury, hate.
With a great whip of my wrist I threw the blade of glass, shattering it into a million pieces across the room.
Amy.
I pushed her away, she was the only person I cared about and...she cared about me...
But I had to.
My thirst was and is overwhelming...
I almost killed her.
I almost killed others also.
The look on her face when I told her not to ever have anything to do with me was engraved in my mind.
I sat on the edge of my bed and put my head in my hands.
I spoil everyone's life, including mine...
What have I become...?
Why...?
And how can I stop it...?