Chapter 1: I'm here

My first chapter, yes its a little weird. Theres a better explaination in the next chapter.

     The earth seems to be rotting away. It seems to only be picking up momentum. I don’t live, I survive. I don’t have a home, I’m trapped in this place they call a home. After all just about everyone in my town as been taken. Yes, taken by the dark souls. I’ve seen them, wandering this broken world. There reaping souls slowly drift along the cold, quiet hallways. Everyone has given up, is there even anyone alive? Perhaps not, but what could be the odds? The souls come out from the ground and continue to levitate over the hallway outside my window. They have looked at me before, a horrible site. They have eyes that are brighter and deeper colored then the red from any ruby. There scared face stares at me in misery. ‘’Is he tainted’’ I ask myself . Could his cold tears mean anything? Possibly there is a real life, living and still intelligent. If so then it is hidden deep within the crevices of the dark souls. What do I do? I’m a ticking time bomb inside, but even though I have nothing to live for I have to live for the sake of the world. I cant let myself get to distracted from this. Uhhh, what am I saying? Everyday is just another pin in my soft fleshy body. When shall I fall not from physical pain, but mental pain. I only leave this ‘’house’’ in the mornings. I still set clocks, and alarms. I need some routine to follow, right? Ever since the souls have taken over, the hairs on my arms just cant seem to stay down. Everyday the sun gets darker and darker. Soon there will be no light, and the souls will sit. Perhaps even wait. But for what? Maybe there waiting for there next order or…well…Who knows what could be going on? I’m lost, I cant see in front of me. What path, there isn’t any options left. Besides the fact Ill be sleeping in this house tonight like I always do. The soul in the house must be friendly. I’m lucky to have gotten a house with a few working lamps and lights. I had a dream, or a nightmare. It was the weirdest thing. I was sitting on the street, while a light drizzle was scattered on the rode. I was watching the souls lurk, and then one stared at me. My face seemed motionless, and paralyzed. The soul crept up closer to me. It stared, gazed into my blank expression. Then it raised its hand to me and touched my face as if it never felt the material or texture of my face. Then I woke up with chills charging down my back. At this point I should be a mental mess, but I’m hanging in there. But only by a single thread, hope it holds up….I don’t sleep on the bed in this house. I have a feeling the owner was taken to death in his sleep. I choose to sleep on the floor carpet. It is blue with a black lining. It is soft, and a nice material. With only a few stains. I needed sleep it was a given. I’m going to have to take chances if I want to live. The souls were only about 5-6 feet tall. With no legs, but a hovering body and wore white leather cloaks. At least I think so. I’ve only seen them from a distance. I wish my family was here, well at least some of them. I remember my mother. She wore a goofy looking purple rain coat. She was a great role model, didn’t care what anybody thought of her. She would have her hair pulled up in a bun with a porcelain pin that was a flower. She had gifts to always give whether it be a item or love it was always something good. Until it took a turn down the wrong path. She was seriously ill and she committed suicide. I remember dad telling me that she spent the night at the hotel….He didn’t lie that is just what she told him. I remember when I was 11 years old watching the TV before heading to school. I saw a river and a cop was holding up a purple raincoat and I was so scared of losing her. I ran down to the river and my eyes were watering horribly. The cops were scattered all over and I remember the cop asking me what I was doing here. I screamed out ‘’where’s my mommy! Where! Tell me!’’ He looked at me with a blank face. Then I repeated in a unstable voice ‘’Mom! Mommy! ‘’ He quietly said ‘’Get your dad down here champ.’’ Tears streamed down my face, and I kept thinking it couldn’t be true. My voice was getting weaker, and sounded deranged. Like a broken record that still managed to play beautiful tunes. I whimpered loudly saying ‘’Mom! I don’t care! I love you so come back! don’t do this!’’. The rest is still blurry. I remember my dad not telling me that she died from suicide until I was around 25. I really thank him for that. I cry for her on occasion. She still sings to me in my dreams. After the death of my mother my dad started drinking. I knew it was coming and I was depressed and stressed as well. He would abuse me, I cried for help. My mom would have helped. She would have set my dad straight if he ever touched me. He would drink then tell me to pick up the bottles and chuck them at my head. Causing massive cuts and bruises. My life has been a challenge everyday and second. The past is the past but the future is forever.

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[Tsukin Archangel]

omg i love this lol, this is so my style, dark and brooding, makes me think of things i write, but like not...since its not me...oookay anyway thats rambling good job cant wait for chapter two :3