• ~~Last Chance~~

    The small beads of blood welled up on my hand, the little rusty piece of metal slicing right through my fragile skin. I knew it, I am as fragile as a butterfly.
    Anything can hurt me, anything. Though not when I'm thirsty, when I'm like that, I feel such a surge of strength, I can barely control my powers.
    I walk now, with a piece of my shirt wrapped around my bleeding hand.I wince once in a while, when I pry at the cloth dried to the wound, the nose crinkling scent of my own blood, no, no, this is not what I need, I need more then this, I need human blood. Blood, my life force, my sustenace, I can't live without it. My body is drained constantly of this precious liquid. I have to refill, as soon as I'm empty. I know right now, the color of my eyes, my features in such a twisted array, I hate it, I'm not human. I'm not normal. I want to be like them, like the ones that die. I want to die, I want to know what it feels like. I have decided that this life I live is souless, not right. I have no one, and need to die. Soon, or I shall continue on in this journey, maybe, maybe not, maybe I can sleep. You probably think I am a liar if you read this, but please do believe.
    These feelings are from someone, someone did this to me. I deserve to know who, who has ruined my life, and so casually lifted a hand and wiped my family from the face of the earth. There gone, I'm still here, and I shouldn't be, I shouldn't.







    The water of the small creek was soothing against my sore hand, I watched silently as the red dyed the water into that of a coppery tone, and then flowed downstream. The woods surrounding me, are quiet, dark, the night is calming. I want sleep now, maybe I should put down this pen. Yes, it's dark out, but I can see in the dark. It's easy I suppose. The two point's on my neck, that constantly burn, burn more at this time of night, twilight. The sky is purple and pink, and I can see the star's, there beautiful. I'm not beautiful, Im a monster.
    I must find a way to quench this awful thirst, I suppose I should stop writing now.