‹ Prequel: What's It Like?
Status: Heh Yeah...
A Mess Of The Mind
The First And The Last.
She wanders.
And wanders and wanders and wanders.
She wanders in the woods outside her house.
She wanders, wanders, wanders until she can't wander anymore.
Then she sits.
She sits and thinks, thinks, thinks and tries to sort out the mess her mind has become.
Messy, messy, messy.
She hates mess.
So she sits and sorts, tries to sort out the mess.
But she can't.
She can't sort out the mess.
The mess doesn't want to be cleaned up. It doesn't want to be sorted. It like chaos.
Chaos, chaos, chaos.
It revels in chaos.
The chaos it created.
It waits, waits in the corners of her mind.
Waits, waits, waits.
Waits until she has some semblance of order, then it whispers. The whispers mock. They mock and they tease.
The whisper wrap around her mind and pull her under.
Pull her into the dark.
Pulling with claws that dig into her brain.
The claws grate across her ears.
They make them ring.
The claws...
Claws that drag her into the dark.
Dark, dark, dark.
She is afraid of the dark.
But the claws are still dragging.
The claws that make her eyes bleed.
She rocks, rocks, rocks.
Screaming.
Screaming, screaming. screaming for them to stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
But the claws keep digging, digging, digging into her brain.
The voices keep whispering, whispering, whispering their voices grating on her ears.
Hurting, hurting, hurting her.
Her eyes keep bleeding.
The voices mocked.
The claws dragged.
Together they dragged, dragged, dragged her.
Down into the dark.
Dark, dark, dark.
She's scared of the dark.
The claws let go.
The voices went quiet.
Her eyes kept bleeding.
Then she laughed.
Laughed, laughed, laughed.
Because she couldn't see.
She couldn't see the faces that followed the dark.
She laughed.
Laughed, laughed, laughed.
She laughed and covered her bleeding, empty sockets where her eyes had previously held residence.
She laughed.
Laughed and laughed and laughed.
Because she couldn't see it.
Couldn't see the dark.
Couldn't see it as it wrapped around her.
But she could feel it.
And her laughter stopped.
Stopped as she felt it's icy, oily tendrils wrap around her body.
Then it consumed her.
The dark ate her.
Until there was nothing left of Alex but an empty husk. Just like her dead twin.
Now it was the dark who laughed and laughed and laughed.
And wanders and wanders and wanders.
She wanders in the woods outside her house.
She wanders, wanders, wanders until she can't wander anymore.
Then she sits.
She sits and thinks, thinks, thinks and tries to sort out the mess her mind has become.
Messy, messy, messy.
She hates mess.
So she sits and sorts, tries to sort out the mess.
But she can't.
She can't sort out the mess.
The mess doesn't want to be cleaned up. It doesn't want to be sorted. It like chaos.
Chaos, chaos, chaos.
It revels in chaos.
The chaos it created.
It waits, waits in the corners of her mind.
Waits, waits, waits.
Waits until she has some semblance of order, then it whispers. The whispers mock. They mock and they tease.
The whisper wrap around her mind and pull her under.
Pull her into the dark.
Pulling with claws that dig into her brain.
The claws grate across her ears.
They make them ring.
The claws...
Claws that drag her into the dark.
Dark, dark, dark.
She is afraid of the dark.
But the claws are still dragging.
The claws that make her eyes bleed.
She rocks, rocks, rocks.
Screaming.
Screaming, screaming. screaming for them to stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
But the claws keep digging, digging, digging into her brain.
The voices keep whispering, whispering, whispering their voices grating on her ears.
Hurting, hurting, hurting her.
Her eyes keep bleeding.
The voices mocked.
The claws dragged.
Together they dragged, dragged, dragged her.
Down into the dark.
Dark, dark, dark.
She's scared of the dark.
The claws let go.
The voices went quiet.
Her eyes kept bleeding.
Then she laughed.
Laughed, laughed, laughed.
Because she couldn't see.
She couldn't see the faces that followed the dark.
She laughed.
Laughed, laughed, laughed.
She laughed and covered her bleeding, empty sockets where her eyes had previously held residence.
She laughed.
Laughed and laughed and laughed.
Because she couldn't see it.
Couldn't see the dark.
Couldn't see it as it wrapped around her.
But she could feel it.
And her laughter stopped.
Stopped as she felt it's icy, oily tendrils wrap around her body.
Then it consumed her.
The dark ate her.
Until there was nothing left of Alex but an empty husk. Just like her dead twin.
Now it was the dark who laughed and laughed and laughed.
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So, uhm, yeah.