Dark Awaiting
Chapter 2
Drip...drip...drip... The noises I hear. My eyes open to the dark room. All I see is darkness, that’s all, darkness. So I just wait there not knowing what to do except listen. Drip...drip...drip...The thought of hearing that noise for the rest of my life feels disturbing. The drips echo through my mind as if it were a tunnel bouncing back the sound to all known places. It obliterates all feelings to the point where you feel nothing and are nothing. But yet it continues. Drip by drip I still stay there doing nothing. Not even breathing as I just had realised. And so I do nothing as I am hooked onto the drip.
Some time later the drips become a faster pace. Dripping and dripping nonstop driving all those of a weak mind to breaking point. I am beginning to struggle to keep myself together as the drips circulate through my head. I feel my head bulging and my ears stinging. I grit my teeth and grab my ears to try and stop the drips entering my ear. But no good, sound still finds its way in and I feel as if I am about to explode. Veins rise out of my head, jutting out all over. Then after all that I finally could not take any more so I screamed. My screams cloaked the drips making them disappear from existence. I screamed for at least a minute until I finally was out of breath and so stopped. The drips had subsided and something else had subsided as well. The darkness turns to light of which was almost blinding.
I finally saw what was here. Trees of all shapes and sizes cover the landscape, with flowers and plants sprouting at their roots. A river flowed gently down to the left of me. It twinkled within the light it was exposed of. The sky was a dark purple colour that was filled with shooting stars and planets of which loop around each other. To the right of me was a bed, but not just any bed. It was my bed. It was my bedroom. Everything was there that was in my bedroom except there was no walls. I see on a table leather bound book. It was quite a tatty book that was curled up on the edges and had ripped up pages sticking out of it. It was darker than the blackness I was in a few minutes ago. There was something bad about this book and part of me believed the book was evil. I then saw it had an engraving in it. It said Blunt’s diary . This diary was mine (My name is quite odd I know).
I was intrigued by it seeing as I have never seen it before. I pick it up and feel a surge of power rush through me, but afterwards I did not feel any different. I opened it slowly. It smelt horrible. It was like really smelly cheese that’s gone off and made it smell even worse. I looked at page one. I read out to myself what it said in quotations “This book shows of the darkness that arrives to the name of which is inscribed onto the front of this book. To that who reads it shall only be the owner of it and when that person chooses to read it, that person’s life will have it taken away for it to fulfil its destiny.” I was deeply shocked to read that and was also terrified of reading any further. I was still alive even though I read that first bit so no harm done...yet. I look at page 2. This page is illustrated. It had three skulls placed in a triangle all separated by three lines. And in the centre was text of a language I do not understand it was all in numbers. 1a7kne55 await5 you young one. I read further being very wary. I was now very scared. The diary detailed every single aspect of my life from the day I was born. Everything I have said and done was in here. Word for word it described my story. I turn to the end and see the words “...and darkness claimed this person’s life.” I was about to shout but something grabbed me. Something that is indescribable for it is non-existent in your world. But it blocked off my lungs and I struggled to be free. The worlds light disintegrated into darkness once more and at that it happened...I departed from this world.
Chapter 2
Drip...drip...drip... The noises I hear. My eyes open to the dark room. All I see is darkness, that’s all, darkness. So I just wait there not knowing what to do except listen. Drip...drip...drip...The thought of hearing that noise for the rest of my life feels disturbing. The drips echo through my mind as if it were a tunnel bouncing back the sound to all known places. It obliterates all feelings to the point where you feel nothing and are nothing. But yet it continues. Drip by drip I still stay there doing nothing. Not even breathing as I just had realised. And so I do nothing as I am hooked onto the drip.
Some time later the drips become a faster pace. Dripping and dripping nonstop driving all those of a weak mind to breaking point. I am beginning to struggle to keep myself together as the drips circulate through my head. I feel my head bulging and my ears stinging. I grit my teeth and grab my ears to try and stop the drips entering my ear. But no good, sound still finds its way in and I feel as if I am about to explode. Veins rise out of my head, jutting out all over. Then after all that I finally could not take any more so I screamed. My screams cloaked the drips making them disappear from existence. I screamed for at least a minute until I finally was out of breath and so stopped. The drips had subsided and something else had subsided as well. The darkness turns to light of which was almost blinding.
I finally saw what was here. Trees of all shapes and sizes cover the landscape, with flowers and plants sprouting at their roots. A river flowed gently down to the left of me. It twinkled within the light it was exposed of. The sky was a dark purple colour that was filled with shooting stars and planets of which loop around each other. To the right of me was a bed, but not just any bed. It was my bed. It was my bedroom. Everything was there that was in my bedroom except there was no walls. I see on a table leather bound book. It was quite a tatty book that was curled up on the edges and had ripped up pages sticking out of it. It was darker than the blackness I was in a few minutes ago. There was something bad about this book and part of me believed the book was evil. I then saw it had an engraving in it. It said Blunt’s diary . This diary was mine (My name is quite odd I know).
I was intrigued by it seeing as I have never seen it before. I pick it up and feel a surge of power rush through me, but afterwards I did not feel any different. I opened it slowly. It smelt horrible. It was like really smelly cheese that’s gone off and made it smell even worse. I looked at page one. I read out to myself what it said in quotations “This book shows of the darkness that arrives to the name of which is inscribed onto the front of this book. To that who reads it shall only be the owner of it and when that person chooses to read it, that person’s life will have it taken away for it to fulfil its destiny.” I was deeply shocked to read that and was also terrified of reading any further. I was still alive even though I read that first bit so no harm done...yet. I look at page 2. This page is illustrated. It had three skulls placed in a triangle all separated by three lines. And in the centre was text of a language I do not understand it was all in numbers. 1a7kne55 await5 you young one. I read further being very wary. I was now very scared. The diary detailed every single aspect of my life from the day I was born. Everything I have said and done was in here. Word for word it described my story. I turn to the end and see the words “...and darkness claimed this person’s life.” I was about to shout but something grabbed me. Something that is indescribable for it is non-existent in your world. But it blocked off my lungs and I struggled to be free. The worlds light disintegrated into darkness once more and at that it happened...I departed from this world.
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