“I was able to go through another day without killing.” That smell of blood seeped into his body, musty enough to make me choke. Even then I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame knowing that being with him would result in pain and misery. I had finally met my father, I do not know if he was everything I had hoped he would be then, but the me who was not scared of seeing her dead father knew he was everything I wanted in a father he was perfect his clear and obvious imperfections made him perfect. “My, my first it was demon after demon, of course I took care of those and now my reward barely legal but those legs whoa those legs.” Barely legal, I thought to myself I am not supposed to know what he is talking about but somehow I had become quite the intellect, and I knew definitely what it was he meant. For the first time ever since I had grown I smiled and felt like myself. “Dad, it’s me Evelyn don’t you recognize my face a spitting image of mother!” Either my dad really worshiped me, or was very stupid because at that moment believing everything I had said rushed towards me and embraced his seventeen year old looking ten year old daughter and at that same moment all the blood-lust that had radiated from him was gone. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, how he had ended up here, was he the reason I was there too? But before I could get a word out he said to me, “Eve whatever you do, do not let this place turn you I wish I knew of a way out but unfortunately I don’t and knowing my baby is in such a horrid place gives me no comfort. Never forget who you truly are, it feels like I have been dead for centuries but seeing you here and finding out its just only been a decade puts my soul at ease sayonara, farewell my love.” Farewell, but I just got here dad what could he mean, my hands clutched to his neck my eyes pouring streams of tears barely opened, all my sadness gone like it had never existed I chose not to listen to my father but instead embrace the moment. When I finally opened my eyes, my father was a pile of bones, farewell was that meant for me? Had my father been waiting for a reason to move on, was I that reason, the light he fought for so much he had become a monster? If so then if I were his light was he not supposed to be my light as well, had I become this monstrosity for no reason? I don’t remember being killed, I don’t remember asking for any of this, and so why was I here? Who was my light? “Touching, ah touching I think I am going to cry, but then again I don’t think I can, sad isn’t it? I am going to keep my distance at the moment; you have dropped two bodies in a short amount of time and two of my finest it would seem you violent little runt. You say you do not remember asking for any of this, hahaha very laughable. Should I give you an account of each and every time you sat on your bed lost in thought, day dreaming as you mortals would say of going to a place where reality was just but a perception not shared by more than a single person, a place where your sky could be my ground and my circle your square huh? And there I thought I was going to actually enjoy our conversation, but now it seems to me like you barely understand what is happening to you for instance have you noticed that you have changed locations a number of times since you got here without moving a considerable distance? The voices from within you, how convenient for you how they just came at the moment you needed someone. Do I have to put everything together? My time is limited but for now I will tell you one thing and I expect you to survive until I need you no more. Remember you are here but at the same time you are not here, as we speak Evelyn Mather or cherish is with her family celebrating her tenth birthday. In this world you are what you believe you are, your very own existence depends on whether you acknowledge yourself as a living entity or not. If this is too much for a little girl like yourself to handle you can always think yourself out of existence and all this will end, but remember you are already a cog in this system so act wisely.”
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