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Engish Dark Romanticism story |
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Dearest diary,
This is my last entry...
I walked by the decaying oak tree on my midnight walk in the city we seem to call New York. The streets are filled with the homeless that cry each and everyday for their addiction. The city smells of lost hope and suffering. They say you would have to be mad to live here, I guess, then, I'm very mad. I tried many times to escape this shallow, gray city when I was still sane, but something, like a fog, over the city kept me in, making me stay with the voices until my mind slipped into sadness and pain.
Later that night, around 1:45AM, my thoughts and memories went back to those day's when I had love and family. I can still hear their sweet and crying voices that day. "Stop! Please, NO!!" My family cried one by one as they were killed off by that stranger's blade. I could only watch silently, crying. The man found me easily in the closet and grinned over me as his knife dripped with my family's life and said "You will be next, girl, but not by me...You will do it yourself one day." and at that moment he threw the severed head of the man that I loved onto me, masking me in his still warm blood, making me scream until I lost my voice for good. There was a flash and there stood in front of me, the only man that loved me and he told me he would never leave me, but he lied. He said nothing at first, but followed me where ever I walked.
Even later that night he followed me home and finally spoke. He told me over and over to die. He kept bring up the past and that day. "I never loved you!" he cried "You killed us, you didn't stop him! You don't deserve to live this long! Its your turn..." I couldn't help but cry. I couldn't take the truth. "No I couldn't do anything! I'm sorry!" I cried over him screams. "If you were sorry, you would be dead by now!" I heard my mother say from under my covered ears. I looked up and saw all my murdered family. They held the crimson knife they were killed with, yelling "Do it! Do it! Do it now! Die! Die! Die! Join us!!" For being dead for 10 long years, they have powerful lungs.
My mind was too shattered to make my tears stop as I reached out and took the knife from my family's cold and smokey hands. Thought's swarmed my head as I looked at my pale face in the crimson blade. I wanted to join them before. Many deep scars fill my veins from past try's and fails. "Could they be deceiving me? I wondered. "Do they really want me with them?" The mystery went on and on most of the night without any peace.
Before dawn, I couldn't take their horrible voices as they cried and moaned for my death. I lifted that evil knife that the man held that started all this. With tears in my eye's, I lifted it up to my stitched and blue heart and muttered "You win..." and entered the knife into it. My family had an evil look on their face's when I looked up at them. They grouped into one and became that man that killed them. He looked at me like the devil and said " I told you, girl, you will be the one that kills yourself, but didn't thing it would take this long! You're too much trouble then you're worth!" He grabbed the knife and forced the knife in deeper making me yelp in pain, blood coughing out of my mouth. He wanted me to suffer before I died. He pushed the knife in deeper and deeper until I could feel the tip of the blade poke the inside of my back. I don't know when I finally died but know I'm not making it out of this. I'm finally going with my family and the man I love after 10 years of wasting my insane and bitter life in this city we call New York without them. I'm so happy...
 FuddyTeddy · Wed Nov 17, 2010 @ 02:45am · 3 Comments |
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