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Tuesday, December 30, 2003


Journey - ill fated: Day 14
I have to be so quiet. My writing screams at me with its sound.

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I'm . . . I'm so afraid to move. To breathe would seem like treachery.

Quickly, I must tell.
They took me. That night that seems like thousands of moons away, they came in so quietyly no one knew. No one suspected. But they came. And now . . . I don't know where I am, but it gets so much colder.
God they look . . .

I can hardly describe. I just can't. I'm shaking so badly, day and night. I see death in their eyes. His
minions. Scales, sometimes. Or very black skin, almost slimy. Tall hulking things, or just slinky, sneaky black shadows. And they watch me. They watch me . . . as if they would eat me, or . . . worse.

I can not eat. I can not sleep. Every moment I just . . . I wish so hard that it wasn't real. That this isn't happening.

They whisper his name . . . The Fire Starter will come. They whisper . . . they whisper . . . he will come for me. And . . . he is almost here . . . they whisper . . .
whisper

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