Month: May 2016

Insane Disgrace

May 20, 2016

Weak, exposed. They see me. They can all see me. They know what happened, what was done to me, what I did. Did I do it? Was it my fault? Do I just attract bad things? Yes, I must. Otherwise it wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t have hurt me. Or would he? He was already a monster, a psychopath. Ill, he was ill. He needed help, I should’ve noticed. I should’ve seen the signs, then nothing would have happened.  It was my fault. My brother, my fault. That’s why he hates me, because I let him become this monster. Because I didn’t help him, I wasn’t there for him. I never paid enough attention. It was always about me, even when mother died. All me, never him. That’s why he did it. He was jealous. Jealous that I was the one with all the eyes on me, and angry I didn’t help him. That I never saw him for what he was.

If I had, he wouldn’t have become this. He wouldn’t have killed so many. He could have been amazing, he could have been beautiful. More so than he is now. A light in the grim of our life instead of even more darkness. But would that have been the right thing? I see him and he smiles at me as though proud of me. He is my monster, I made him, no he made him for me. He is the Moriarty to my Holmes, and I adore him for it. He hated the others for their weakness, but he saw the strength in me, the potential, all he had to do was give a nudge, give me a mystery to solve, and i would thrive. I did better than thrive, i became the best version of me, i became more than all of them. He’s my monster, my mystery and i wont stop until i solve him.

The Necromancer – Part 2

May 15, 2016

The cat starred out the attic window, bored. The pair of sparrows where fighting again but for some reason he had no desire to catch them. Apparently that was part of the undead deal nobody had bothered telling him about. The girl was behind him sewing something, though he could not tell what. Though he has no visual evidence behind him, he believed he had encountered a human who was beyond anything living, in other word here was a person you could not trick or annoy without serious consequence. A person you should most definitely fear.

The cat walked up to the girl trying to get a glimpse of what she was making. The girl noticed, looking up for a moment and then back to the object. “Nosy little fellow, aren’t you?”  She said, with a raised eyebrow.

The cat tilted its head at her. “You’ll see what I’m making in a moment, be patient.”  She waved him off, annoyed.

The cat laid down, looking at the girl, anticipating. After a few moment she stopped, and held up her project. It was odd, the cat thought. A kind of image made out of string with a circular base and strings with beads hanging down it with feathers at the end of each. “It’s a dream catcher, it catches bad dreams.”

It tilted its head at her, confused, she did not seem the type to have bad dreams. Or dreams for that matter. “It’s not to catch my dreams, it’s to catch others. Nightmares are made up of fear and fear is a powerful tool, no matter what form it takes.”

This, the cat thought, made more sense. But what was she to do with the power she acquired, he wondered. After all from what he had seen and experienced she was very powerful all on her own. The girl smiled at the cat and he jumped to his feet. He had never seen her smile before. “You’ll see soon enough.” She got up and skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Had she heard him, his mind? Yes, the cat thought, she must have. And he feared, more than ever, what it was she would do with this new power.

The Necromancer – Part 1

May 6, 2016

The little girl stares out of the window at nothing in particular. Today has been a specifically boring day. Nothing new has happened with her siblings and the village boys didn’t even stop by for their daily cookie, as mother calls it. Then something catches her eye. A pair of robins who seem to be bickering in midair a few feet from the old oak tree right outside her window. In the split second she glances at it she notices a pair of large bright amber eyes between the leaves. A cat. This is about to get interesting. The cat leaps at the robins, clearly not having thought through his plan fell through the air onto cold hard floor at least twenty feet beneath him. The girl looks at it unblinking. Then stands up and walks out of the attic and down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Mother asks.

“I saw a cat, I want to see if it’s friendly.”

“Fine” she waves her off. The girl goes out the door and to the back of the house where she finds the corpse of the dead cat and one of the robins. She tilts her head at the sad black cat then sits down and stares at it intensely for at least a minute, then the sad dead bleeding cat began to breath and then sat up. It stared at her curiously, as though it actually understood what had just happened. The cat looked over and started moving towards the dead robin. The girl puts her hand on the cat as though to stop him.

“That birds cost you enough pain already, little cat.” The girl took the robin in her hands and after a few seconds it flitted back to life and flew away. “Your too clever to just leave though, aren’t you.” The cat nodded as though he understood. “Come.” She said standing up and she turned and walked away.

The cat looked back at the two robins who were know sitting side by side on a high up branch staring at the cat and the girl. “Come.” It was the girl she had stopped at the corner. The cat turned and followed her. Thinking to himself that he must be mad.

Love Hurts

May 5, 2016

It creeps up behind you. Like a wisp of hot air. So brief and so warm. It whispers in your ear from behind, but at first you can’t really tell what it’s saying, but when you do nothing has ever felt more real. Because it always was. But them that hot air suddenly becomes cold as ice. Stabbing your whole body like burning cold metal.

It huts so much you can barely stand but you do, because its worth it, the fight is worth it. All the pain and suffering is worth it for her. She´s your world and the center of your universe. She crying and as much as it hurts you have to help her, even though she´s the one hurting you. To get to her is like walking through ice water. But you have to because she’s in more pain than you could imagine. So help her, hold her. Tell her It will all be alright. But you know you’re lying. Because it never is.