There Is No Forgiveness For Those Who Are Already Dead

I had once loved my sister, for she was the only one who seemed to understand the pain, the only one to know what it was like to be alone, to be afraid, to lose someone. But she betrayed me just the same as those before her, leaving me alone, going to a realm that I could never bring myself to follow. She was the only one I allowed within my walls, the only one that I could share everything with, the only one who was on my side when the world seemed to side with the enemy, but I was simply foolish. I was stupid for thinking that nothing could take her away from me, that nothing in this world could claim her as an ally but me. And I paid for being stupid, I paid the price. Before when the others had left me as my sister did, it didn't hurt so much, because she was there to soothe my anger with her kindness, ease my pain with her voice, forget those torturing memories by filling my mind with peace she gave me. But now, I had no one. Her betrayal was so painful that it was almost endearing, being surrounded by so much sorrow and grief. Almost. I remember the way she lay there in my arms, and I just kneeled there completely helpless, watched as time stole away her youth, as plague and famine made her weak and vulnerable. I remember how at night, I would pray to the gods that my sister foolishly believed in, praying for them to take back their terrible and disastrous gifts of age and sickness. I was desperate for a miracle, but none showed up on out doorstep. If the gods truly existed, then they showed no mercy on my sweet dear sibling. I remember how I heard her last words as each syllable rang through my memory, how she took her last breath in my arms, and how she exhaled onto my arm, then closed her eyes to rest and slumber for eternity. She had looked so frail, so delicate, like a porcelain doll, or expensive china. But that was simply a memory, a sorrowful memory that I would kill to be forgotten. Pain won't come to memories that are forgotten. my sister had once said. Only if we have lost all of out memories, can we ever truly be completely and utterly happy. Happiness. I wish I had never felt the joy of happiness. If I never felt it, then I wouldn't be able to miss it. I mean you can't miss what you never had. But too bad, I had felt it, and I would never be able to be the same. She made me love her with simple gestures of affection, and I had accepted her because she made me happy. I did love her, but after she taught me happiness and trust, she left. It was the greatest betrayal that I had ever encountered. And I will never forgive her for what she did. Never. Because now I was alone. Because of her.  

A lifeless existence

Everywhere I go,
Darkness follows
A stalker stalking,
In the form of shadows

On every corner,
Death is there,
A kidnapper waiting,
To take from the world

Always inside me,
Fear takes hold,
A monster eating,
Until my heart stops beating

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Waking to Fly

I felt wrecked.

I lay in bed, the covers strewn around my body. I was cold but unbearably hot. My mouth was dry, my eyes ressistant against opening them. I ached and I was tired. I didn't want to move but I had a need to fly.

I could barely rememeber anything. I had some vague memories of my door bending under the force of someone. I could barely remember someone yelling at me to get out. But I remained in my closed world.

The door was locked and the window thrown open. Cool breezes played on the back of my neck. I groaned. I sat up. My eyes finally opened. Then squinted in the light. It was a cloudless day, the sky a bright blue. Trees swayed, and birds flew between their branches. I watched them.

They were so simple in their existance. I couldn't help but admire and envy their ablility to fly away from all their troubles. I sat entranced for a while before pulling the covers off me and getting out of bed.

I stretched and crouched down. My muscles were relieved to move, but they were still sore. I got up and went to the window.

The wind blew in face, and I only thought for a moment before hurling myself out the window.

Hopeless (Rhyme)

A glimpse of the future is all I need,
To give up hope so easily
Everywhere people lay dead
A beautiful sea almost red

I glance at the present
How long will be spent
Until it all disappears
Leaving all but fears

I see no greatness rising
No everlasting happiness happening
Why do we live to die?
Why do we even bother to try?

*Starry Nights* & *Starry Days*

Among the darklit sky,
Are millions of lights,
Eons and eons away,
They watch upon us,
Through our hard and good times,
during night and sometimes day

Snowflakes

Sparkling blue crystals
Drift around
In the cold winter air
As bright as  a firecracker
In a darklit sky

Inner Beauty

I see a light
A light, I never knew I had
A small ball of beautiful within me
One, I will never be able to release
It belong from human eyes,
And never out

Perfection

No one is perfect
No one in the world can be
Only in a mirror,
Can we ever get that close
Only in the world o the mirror can we ever
be truly perfect

Discovery

Soaking wet, I looked up into those eyes. I couldn't stop a sigh of relief. She looked down at me, a small grin on her pale face.

"Don't scare me like that," I said, just a bit cross. She shrugged and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up.

I brushed myself off and saw she had picked up the knife and was examining it. I held out my hand for the switchblade. She looked hard at me, then closed it and put it her pocket. I tried to protest.

"You're supposed to be a schoolboy," she said. "You shouldn't be carrying knives around."

I couldn't help a snort. "Says you." I said. "How many knives do you carry around? Seven?"

She grinned again. "Eleven and a couple of collapsible pistols."

My eyes widened. "You carry around a gun?" I said furiously. She got a weird look on her face. She looked me over. Something felt wrong. Her face went soft. I felt a tug in my mind.

He's just another kid. He shouldn't be around me. He could be having a normal life.

"I don't need a normal life!" I exploded. "I want to stay with you!" Immediately, I regretted saying that.

Her face tightened. Something flashed in her eyes, and then she had grabbed my hand and we were running through the wet city.

My Point Of View

Even though Rayne Ashlynn thinks that there is no point in life, I don't think so.

Life is a gift. Without it, Rayne wouldn't be able to criticize it. We populate Earth, yes, but we are just like all the other animals. We just dominate Earth and kill it.

Yes, I am an idealist, and I do know that one day I will die. But I take comfort in knowing that life is only the prelude for what waits for us on the other side. That there is a heaven and hell.

The only thing worse than death, is being forgotten. Being swept away in the tides of the world.

Einstein, Galileo, and Hitler have become rocks in the oceans of this Earth.
Einstein and Galileo doing things that changed the world, and Hitler killing the world. But they will never be forgotten. Just as I plan not to be forgotten.

Meeting

You know that feeling?

The one where you feel as though someone is watching you, following you. But everytime you turn around, there isn't anyone.

I hate that feeling. I kept feeling it. I was paranoid. I could feel eyes on me during school, walking home, reading, using the computer. It drove me crazy.

But I didn't show it. I kept on my happy smile, my default one that kept everyone polite but at bay. And all I could think about was that one feeling.

One night, as I was walking home from track practice, I felt that same feeling. But it was stronger than ever. Now, it wasn't just a feeling, it was a certainty. And something clicked inside me. Something that had never happened before.

I whirled around. Yet again there was no one. And that click, that thing that changed inside me? I could feel it well up. I couldn't stop my response.

"COME OUT!!" I bellowed. I was so sick and tired of that feeling. That same sensation of being watched and followed.

I didn't expect a response, so I kept on yelling.

"I'M NOT HIDING FROM YOU! COME OUT AND SHOW YOURSELF BEFORE I RIP YOU TO SHREDS!"

OK, admittedly, not the best thing I've said, but the minute those words came out, I felt better. At ease.

I took a deep breath. I turned back to walk home, but jerked back in shock.

A person stood right in front of me, just a couple centimeters away. They stepped back, and I was able to get a good look at them.

Not a good look, unfortunately, but I was able to make this out: They wore black a black hoodie, shirt and jeans. A pale face was barely visible through the hood. Their hands were by their sides. And for some unexplainable reason, I felt afraid.

"I was following you." They said. I stared at them. They chuckled, and I realized my jaw was open. I closed my mouth.

"What?" I stammered out. I could have sworn I saw a smile flash under the hood.

"I was following you." That voice. It was rich and almost hypnotic. It made me feel just a bit dizzy.

"Uh huh." I said, my voice softly. I had a sudden urge to rip off their hood. I desperately wanted to see what they looked like.

They cocked their head to the side. From deep under the hood, I could feel eyes reaching out for me. Like before. That same feeling overwhelmed me.

"STOP!" I yelled. The person took a step back. The feeling left. But another took its place. I fell to the ground, the world blacking out. Just before I slipped away completely, I felt my body being carried, and hoped I would wake up.

Then I was gone.

Illness Ignored

I felt lost. An emptiness was growing within me. The feeling just wouldn't leave, like it would grow until it devoured me. It had started this morning, when I was taking a nice jog, listening to my favourite music, and then it just hit me. At the moment, I had fell down to my knees, expressing horrible pain on my face. I remembered scrunching my face in agony and disgust of what was happening to me. After the pain had receeded a bit, I had took some asparin, thinking it was just a mild stomach ache, but now it was back. The terrible pain was worst than before, which was already pretty bad, but now, I felt like crying my guts out from this everlasting torture. Suddenly, I lost all emotion and ache. I wondered why had it suddenly gone away. I didn't know when I had fallen to the ground, but now I noticed that I was on the floor right beside my office which I worked in. I had completely no idea of what was happening. When my heavy eyelids finally closed, I half expected to be in utter darkness, but instead I was filled with bright light.

Followed

How is it possible to be like this? I wondered.

Rain poured down on my unprotected head. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion. I was tired from running away all day. I sat in a damp corner under a grocery shop's canopy.

It's hard being a fugitive. I was always on the run. Always hiding. I was afraid of being caught. Of being hauled into jail. Imprisonment would kill me. Not metaphorically either. It would quite literally kill me. And even though no one would miss me, I still didn't want to end up dead.

After all, there was one person who was under scrutiny. And it was my fault. So after I'm sure he's safe, maybe I'll let myself be captured.

Speak of the devil. There he was.

He was just a bit shorter than me. He had light brown hair which was sensibly covered with a hood. He wore only black. Or at least like it was all black, there was too much rain to be completely sure.

I stood up silently. I waited in the shadows until he had passed the shop. I watched him like a hawk. When he turned the corner, I quickly followed him.

He led me around the wet, not-so-busy streets. There was the occasional person and a car drove past every so often, but other than that, it was just us.

He crossed the street and turned into a corner. I followed.

I was shoved from behind and I was sent sprawling into a puddle in the crevice of the building. I heard the click of a switchblade. There was a burst of adrenaline as I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I kept my face hidden, but I was grinning.

"Why've you been following me?" He demanded, his voice tight.

I couldn't help but snort. "Don't flatter yourself." I said. With that, I lashed out with my foot.

He didn't see it coming. He fell to the floor, hood knocked down. I stood up and brushed of the wetness from my hands. I looked at him.

Just before he recognized me, I saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes. Then the relief.

The Coldness of Winter

The cold winter air
Blowing so coldly through the day
Swirling around
Brushing across strangers' faces
The cold winter air passing through

One's Perpective of Death

Death is a word no one should use lightly. It is a word that is indescribable, inevitable. All souls have had many losses and undoubtedly felt pain and sorrow numerous times in their lives. Many shall have tales to tell of happiness or despair but I know for sure that all of them have witnessed death.

Questioning Life

What is the point of living? Everyone asks that but no one really knows the answer. Say, people answer love, money, and etcetera. But I don’t think it’s any of those. I mean, what is the point of achieving those things when finally in the end, you die. In other words; why are we born to die? Another question that brings more questions is; what is the point of having a goal in life? Why do we have goals when we only achieve it, and then we want more? I have an answer to that. It’s called greed. Greed makes you want more and makes you abomination. Every human has greed and that makes everyone abomination. No exceptions. Not even me. I may be younger than most but at least I accept the truth. And that makes me intelligent unlike all the others who live life as a lie. They don’t accept the fact that one day they will die or the fact that everything around them will die too. They continue living life as though there is no end as though it is everlasting, as though everything will stay the same. They think that everything will always be there for them, family, friends, pets, homes. Well, I will say this; it’s all a lie. Everything dies. It’s only a matter of when. Homes will be sold to others or get demolished; pets eventually turn to bones and ashes, same as family and friends. Hell, even the Earth will one day go boom. So you might as well get used to what I’m saying because the day something like that happens, don’t expect someone to wave a magic wand and suddenly, everything gets better because that just won’t happen. Get real, or you will be useless crap like the dirty hobos you see on the streets. As you read this, you may think that I am writing garbage that isn’t even worthy of being read by a hobo (if hobos could read) but you are dead wrong. Not that I am simply praising myself but it is true. This information is gold. You might as well kneel to the ground and worship my perfectly good wisdom because one day you will understand. If you believe in gods of any heritage, well I will say you are incredibly stupid. If there really was a God or whatever it is you believe in then let me ask you this; why is fire still burning in this world? I mean if a holy god did exist, why wasn’t Hitler punished before World War whatever it was started? Why are we all still alive when we all have done sins? And don’t give me that shit about god being forgiving because no one and I say no one is that forgiving. Have you ever heard about a guy named Plato? If you haven’t then I will tell you that he lived, once. He had a theory about how everyone has flaws and that we are only living in an imperfect mirror world of a world that was perfect. Plato was a useless man because he had theories of the world. And that was all they were; theories, nothing more. He spent his entire life in dreams and fantasies and then what happened? Nothing is the correct answer. Sure, he had creative ideas about what we were living in but how was information like that going to help us through life or death. It may be interesting but no more than just info. We should be materialistic instead of wanting to evolve. I mean what has evolving done for us except shorten the Earth’s time limit by more than half. If we had continued living like the natives, we wouldn’t have had to deal with global warming and pollution right now. And so I will continue wandering the world in search for an answer to my number one question; what is the point of living?

Tears

Rain sprays on the ground

Falling gently from the sky

The clouds are crying

Deathly Music

Sad tunes fill the air

So sad yet so sweet

A beautiful song

A sound so full of sadness

Love and hate tuned together

Forgiveness

Once there lived a normal girl with a normal mother, or so it seemed to outsiders, who were neither the girl nor the mother. To an outsider, they simply seemed like the typical average family that sometimes have occasional problems like every other family but this was only an illusion.

Within the house where there were no other people, the mother was a menace with rules; very strict rules. You would think that every family would have certain rules that were strict, but none could compare with this family.

In this family of two, if you were caught with refusing to eat vegetables or caught wasting any food; you were cut. If you were caught not saying words of proper and basic manners or not saying words of courtesy; you were whipped. If you were caught going home late, not doing homework, failing grades, insulting others; well, the consequences were worse, much worse.

The girl in this family of two was always injured horribly by her mother, because she couldn’t quite keep up with the rule book since new ones were added almost every day. The girl so wanted to be free of this, to be free of her mother, that she personally hoped that one day her mother would go to jail for child abuse or anything of the sort.

She was always so close to calling the police or a hotline for abused children, but then the girl pondered what if they thought she was crazy, what if they thought she was a liar, what if they believed her mother instead of her? Or even what would happen to her if everyone had believed her mother and not her.

The girl sat uncomfortably on one of the seats of the couch in her perfectly untouched living room. She stared down at her plaid skirt. The logo on her shirt clearly stated that the girl went to an all girls private school in Toronto.

Although the girl wore the uniform at school just as all the others, it didn’t mean that she fit in. While all the others had iPhones and all the latest electronics that had come out in stores and practically everywhere, the girl didn’t even dare to ask her mother to get her any. She was too afraid of the outcome to even try. Her life was at risk everyday, and how were devices such as Nintendos supposed to help?

The girl continued to stare down at the plaid patterning when her mother started her speech in a well and orderly manner.

“Sally,” she said, “how long has it been since your father died, placing you in my care? Hmm? It has been five long difficult years since I have been trying so hard to turn you into the lady that I never once had the chance to become!”

Sally held her breath when her mother finally finished that sentence. She knew that her punishment wasn’t too far now. This was the sentence that began before all the violence started. Before punishment was taken. Before her blood would spill. Then it would end with the same sentence that Sally had been hearing for so long. ‘I’m only doing what’s best for you, Sally.’

“Sally!” Her mother screamed. “Look at me when I am talking to you!”

Her mother grabbed her by her ear and threw her hard onto the floor. Sally cried, letting out a high pitched scream which only caused her mother to become even more furious.

“Since when did my nine-year old daughter become such a crybaby?” Her mother shouted at her when she grabbed Sally by the collar of her school uniform and threw her again, only this time across the room and into the wall.

Sally’s clear blue eyes were now on the verge of tears and her sandy hair was all askew. Usually, Sally’s hair didn’t have a single strand of hair out of place but now it was covering almost her entire face.

By the time, Sally’s mother had arrived to where her daughter was thrown; Sally had already crawled desperately into the kitchen to where the telephone was. Sally now knew what was at stake here when her mother had thrown her into the wall. She now knew very clearly that her life was on the line.

Sally dialed 911, fumbling with the phone and accidently causing a small sharp fruit knife to fall to the floor causing it to make a clanging noise. Her mother saw what she was doing and randomly threw the first thing she grabbed from the kitchen counter; a meat cleaver.

Luckily, her mother had missed completely but her aim had hurled the knife into the cord, causing it to snap, and got the cleaver stuck onto the middle of Sally’s back door. Sally fell onto the ground trembling with fear. Her mother looked at her with a disappointed face.

“All I ever wanted for you was for you to be a gracious lady, Sally. Was that really so horrible? Now that you tried to disobey me just as your father, I’m afraid you will have to suffer the same consequences as well. I'm only doing what’s best for you, Sally.” Her mother said sadly as if reliving a memory.

“Y-you m-murdered F-f-father?!” Sally managed to squeak through her fear.

“Now, now, Sally, I wouldn’t say ‘murdered’. I mean it is such an unladylike word. I prefer to say ‘I sent him to a better place’. As I will do to you.” Her mother said, suddenly smiling and admiring her knife.

Sally tried to grasp the floor for support, only to find the fruit knife right beside her. As if on cue, her mother cut down with the knife in her hand but Sally dodged quickly making her mother’s speed no match for a nine-year old child with a will to live.

Her mother fell crashing to the floor from the hard momentum and the knife in her hand slid under the stove.

At the moment of impulse, Sally brought the knife down into the back of her mother and into the spot of her body where her mother’s black heart should have been if she ever had one. Blood slowly came pouring out of her mother like a small stream.

Sally trembled and shivered as she knelt beside her mother where Eleanor St. Rose spoke her final words.

“No one understands me. I wanted the best for your father and the best for you but no one understands my methods of filling your minds of my infinite knowledge. No one understands.” Her mother’s words came out in a fumble of mixed words but her daughter knew what she had said.

“I understand now, mother. I believe I’ve gone mad as well, mother.”

With that, her mother smiled that grotesque smile of hers, and the light in her eyes blew out.

Losing Sanity

I lay soundlessly in the dark corner of my room, waiting. A small creak of light shone against the wall beside me. I stared at the door which allowed the little bit of hope in my room. Everything in my room was covered in darkness except the  piece of brightness from the door to the wall. I yearned for sunlight as I stared at it. I feared it as a child would fear the monster under the bed. I closed my eyes and imagined the light, the light I was once surrounded by, the light that once filled me. But it had left me. Now shadows overflowed me. I could no longer feel the emotions that light had once brought. No warmth, no happiness, no hope. All I could sense now since the darkness came was sorrow, misery, and malice. I turned my head to the door as it slowly opened. A woman stood in the doorway, staring intently at me. She looked sad. I knew her face but I couldn’t put a name with it. Tears started flowing smoothly down her face. She had simple brown hair tied in a ponytail and hazel brown eyes. She looked at me with shameful eyes as if the sight of me brought her pain. The woman started yelling at me but I could no longer understand the words that came from her mouth. The only thing that I could focus on right now was the fact that the light from the doorway was burning me. I wasn’t really being burned but I yelped in pain and flinched away into what little shade, I had in my room. The woman tried to touch me but now I was determined that she was only here to hurt me. I scratched at her hand when she almost came into contact with me. I slithered into the corner behind the door. I hissed when she tried to embrace me with her arms. When she finally left, closing the door and blocking all light in my room, I grabbed a skipping rope I owned before the light left me. I tried tying the rope, fumbling with the cord. When I finally made a firm knot, I kept trying to make the rope stay dangling in the air. After several attempts, it hung from the arch above me. I grabbed the other end of the cord without the knot and attached it to the wooden frame of my bed. I didn’t have much time left. I gripped my chair to put it right below the knot. I locked the door so the people coming up the stairs couldn’t come in to see what all the commotion I made was about. They started knocking on the door. They started yelling in a language I refused to understand. I ignored them as best as I could, focusing on ending my pain, my torture of living in this place where light burned me. I climbed slowly onto the chair, step by step, inch by inch; finally, I made my way to the top of the seat. I lifted my arms to grasp the knot. I stared at it for a few seconds before I put the rope around my neck, my hands trembling the whole time. I had wanted this for a long time but never thought I was strong enough to really succeed. When the door had burst open and the people who wanted to keep me in this world, to bind me to it; had come into the room, it was already too late. I had already jumped off the chair, the rope still clutching my neck, and the next thing I knew, I was free from everything that had once held me back.                                

Unknown Idenity

Pain shot up my arm, it felt wonderful. It was the most beautiful feeling I ever felt, but it would also probably digust others, but they didn't matter. I focused on the blood streaming down my pale arm, over my veins and arteries. I could never tell the difference between the two blood vessels but it didn't really matter to me either. As long as they both bled, I didn't care. I sliced my skin some more until there were a few more streaks of red running down, dripping. The kitchen knife I held was also dripping with my blood, but I couldn't focus anymore. Somewhere along the many lines of red on my arm, I think I hit something vital. I was feeling numb, but also pain. So this is what this is about. Losing myself. I suddenly seemed to be losing my memories until I couldn't even remember my name. I forgot about everything until it was just the numbness, the pain, and me. It felt so good to forget about everything and I simply closed my eyes, not knowing that I would never be able to open them again.

Dying in Vain

Death is brought upon us,
No matter what we do,
It is inevitable, inescapable, unavoidable,
A feeling filled with dread, pain, and fear,
Like a terror that makes us scream,
Reminds us of what we've lost and those we love,
Sadness floods through like a rushing stream.
Leaving nothing but Death to guide us,
Loneliness to accompany us,
Down the the dreary road

The Feel Of Fangs

I woke up to the hot sun rays shining directly at me. I was on vacation to go camping near a lake, and the forests, of course. I was going out of my tent to see if my mother had made breakfast for what I thought would be a lovely day, but somehow I had a bad feeling as I got out of my sleeping bag. I looked around inside the tent and noticed that my little sister wasn't there. I went outside to breathe in fresh forest air but instead I smelled a stench. I looked at the ground and saw my family lying still on the dirt. I checked each and every one of them to see if they still had a heartbeat going. To see if I could still save them somehow. Drops of water burst down my cheeks. I noticed weird holes in my family members' necks. Suddenly I saw a movement in the trees, a flash. I tried to see what it was as I wiped crystal tears from my eyes. Unexpectedly, a man appeared in front of me out of nowhere. My eyes grew wide as I noticed that he had fangs. They were pearl white and looked razor-sharp. But his fangs didn't catch my attention as much as his eyes. His pupils were pitch black.
"That's right, panic. Panic like the vermin you are, little girl." The monster hissed like a snake.
"I'm not little, I'm 17 years old." I snapped angrily. After a minute, I immediatey regretted what I said.
He moved like a cheetah and grabbed me while I was momentarily distracted. He placed his teeth deep inside my neck. The feel of his fangs felt like a million knives stabbing me at once only worse. As I began to feel numb from the bloodloss, I used my last ounce of strength to push him into the tree behind the beast. He gave out a loud yell as the tree branch stabbed him in the heart. His fearsome and hateful eyes were the last things I saw before everything went black.

A Body That Once Was Mine

"I envy you so much, Katherine! You have everything! Don't give me that face, you and I both know it's true!"
"What do you mean, Sophie? You have a lot of things too!" exclaimed Katherine in an expression of disbelief.
" You're popular, rich, talented, not to meantion you're pretty much drop-dead gorgeous, AND you have a BMW, a boyfriend who loves you like crazy and you live in a manision!" listed Sophie. Sophie simply ignored Katherine and continued babling about how lucky she was to have "everything".
Suddenly, the bushes beside where the two girls sat in the park shook a little bit. Sophie may not have noticed with all her chatter going around but Katherine certainly did.
Abruptly, everthing stopped. Katherine was very aware that the baby birds had silenced instead of singing a merry tune. It was a very windy day but for some strange reason the wind had stopped blowing along as the barking of happy dogs.
A beautiful monarch was the only creature moving through the sudden freeze of movement. It flew gracefully towards Katherine but as it flew towards her, Katherine felt her soul slipping through her mouth. She felt her spirit taking off and away from her physical form. Soon the elegant monarch reached her nose, she was completely separated from the shell that once contained her living being. Her life. Her soul.
Katherine watched her body slowly moving again but from the outside. It was not her actions but another's. When her body finally got up, the being inside the body winked at Katherine's soul that shouldn't be seen by the human eye. Immediately, Katherine's soul disappeared completely.

Death After Death

I walked in the graveyard uneasily with my parents. I couldn't bare how there were so many ghosts creeping around me.
Before my grandma died, we would work together to block out the ghosts from coming to us. You see, my grandmother and I share a unique gift. We see ghosts. Souls that are tied sown to Earth because of one main reason; they never did something or said something towards their loved ones. Therefore the souls can't move onto the next cycle of life, of living. Then there are those certain humans such as me and grandma who can communicate with the ghosts and try to help them.
I chose not to because all I wanted to be was an average teenage girl who's trying to get through highschool and avoid all paranormal issues. My grandmother knew that so she did her best to help me prevent them from knowing.
But after my grandma died, I'm now more scared than ever of ghosts because well, one killed my grandma. She was simply trying to help the innocent ghost by trying to calm him down until he lost it and choked my grandmother to death.
I kept walking with my head down so I don't make eye contact with any of the ghosts because then they would know I can see them. Suddenly, I ran into a man with a long trench coat and old pointy shoes.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to-" I stopped talking immediately.
The man I ran into, his form was wavey and gray. I knew now that he was a ghost and I spoke to him. The man stared at me with wide eyes filled with disbelief.
I looked around the graveyard and noticed that all the ghosts were heading towards me, rushing.
"Did you say something, Raven?" asked my mother nervously.
I knew what she was thinking. My mother hated how her mother always said she could see ghosts. She didn't believe in them.
I simply ran out of the graveyard with a few hundred ghosts chasing after me. Well, floating after me to be exact.
I ran and ran until I got hit by a car.

What's Lost Can Be Claimed

I stare at the wall before me, staring off into space. I try to focus on the present, but the past is too mesmerizing to ignore. I can’t forget the past, the past of my dead mother, my dead sister, and my dead brother. I can feel wetness in the corners of my eyes, but the feeling of them, makes me think, ‘Do I still belong in that world?’

 I was supposed to die along with them in that moment of truth, that moment of death. They died before me, their blood splashing against my face. I remembered the screaming of my mother, the screaming of my elder sister, telling me to run while I still could. I remembered standing there clueless of what to do, clutching to my teddy bear, confused. Until the blood came rushing. Memories of bloodstains on the floor came through my mind every time I closed my eyes.

I remembered bloodthirsty eyes from a man, I once thought was loving, caring, and kind. I was wrong, that man became the man who destroyed my life, the creature who ripped my world apart, the monster who murdered my family. It was my time to die then; my turn to become the next victim of his blade, but then the police had pulled me away. They ruined everything by pulling me to safety, ruined any chance I had of dying alongside the only people that ever mattered to me. At the time, I had fainted, the only moment of peace since I felt the blood on my cheek. It was complete darkness where I remembered nothing, no life, no memories, and that were what put me at peace.

It didn’t last though; I had waked up to the bright sunlight in a white room which nearly blinded me.  I stand up, making my way mindlessly into the hallway where nurses were scurrying about.

I sway from side to side until I see a knife, a knife that lay on a counter in another room. All I could have thought of now when I saw it was simply one easy word; escape. I walk slowly towards it and took it off the desk. I grasp it firmly in my hand, examining it closely. Then with one swift motion, I cut my other wrist with it. Blood rushed to the ground. I barely felt the cut but now I was losing strength and I fell to the hospital floor.

I hear a woman screaming from in front of me. I look up and smile weakly one last time and closed my eyes. I no longer saw bloodstains when I closed my eyes.