on all hallos eve the demons did sing of tommorrow and of things to come….on all hallos eve the angels did fall~their wings burning from THEIR sins…on all hallos eve the devil did sing me a lullaby…///
“oh just shut the hell up!”…..i sat in my little corner staring at the floor witch was all
scratched from my fingernails clawing at them.
my mom and dad were fighting again…they did this often, so often i guess by now i shouldnt even be caring but i did…thats what bothered me so i started my clawing again…*scratch scratch*…my fingers were getting bloody now but who cared…i didnt. BOOM!… well thats the third time the dining table get smashed against something this weeek…and coming is going to be the screams and “fuck you”s…i sat and waited for them…but they didnt come. my body sqeezed up against the wall..if they werent going to scream at each other they will come up and scream at me. my mother came up and said “hello dear, why are u up against the wall?” i just sat there and stared at the bitch who called herself my mother. “WELL?”… silence. “u little bitch!” she screamed…”wats wrong with u? tommorrow is halloween and ur in ur room like a little whore and scratching my floor?! u dont even have a costume! ur father is blaming this on me and i hope ur happy cuz now hes mad and has gone out to bring one of those hos home again! wat do u like making my life a living hell?!” tears were coming done my face, stinging were i had peeled the skin off my face. “mom..” i said, my voice quivering, “im 12 and i dont go trick-or-treating anymore. i just want to be alone tonight.”
“fine then. i guess u can just sit here and wait till ur father comes home from the strip bar and fucks u. im fine with that.” and then she left me sitting there. later that night my dad did come home and fucked me and then went somewhere again.
after he left me my mother came up with a whip and my baseball bat and beat me up. i dont no y but all she said was “u little whore! i hope u enjoyed that and i hope u enjoy this even more!”
the next morning i woke up and went to school. the day didnt seem that long as it usually did with all the teasing and “hey helen the whore, whats UP?(u no wat they mean by UP)” nothing big happened at school that day… britney just spilled coke {diet no duh} by “mistake” on my homework and i got detention for a week and during gym someone put my clothes in the garbage can so i smelled like shit for the rest of the day but it was alright..it was all ok. i came home and went straight to my room, past the living room where my dad was making out with some bitch he found on the street and after i picked something up from the kitchen. i sat in my corner again but i didnt start clawing the floor like my daily routen…but i took out a stone i got on the way home and the giant butcher knife i got from the kitchen and started to sharpen it. i smiled.. a smile that just came from the pure excitment of soon being able to see someone elses
blood rather the mine. i knew what i had to do, wat satan wanted me to do,wat i wanted to do. i sat there sharpening until i heard my mom’s car drive up in the driveway and her entering the front door. i waited until the the whore my dad picked up left by my mom’s “who the hell are u? get ur mouth off my husbands dick and get out of my house!”. then when they were begining to argue i dressed myself in white so that the blood would show up nicer and went downstairs…
….after i finished i fell to the ground and landed in a pool of warm blood it surrounded me and i felt at peace. the doorbell rang..i had forgotton that it was halloween. they kept on ringing but i just layed and listened to satan sing me a lullaby. now it was gettin anoying so i sat up grabed my knife and said “ill be right there. just have to find the candy!”
….//and on all hallos eve the devil did dance and god did pray…and GOD did pray….
19 comments ↓
wow, just wow. i was feeling it.
That is horrible im sorry that happened to you. i hope god saves your soul.I believe in witchs,ghosts,and all that shit. It is Halloween and I dont know what is wrong with me but im sitting here feeling evil. or wanting to to find evil. Im not a loser but i dont know where the hell all mY friends like Lori, Kristen, mELODY, AND lAEUREN are HELP hELP
All I can say is wow. That was a terrific story.
u a bunch of sick twisted fuckin cunts. I am a vampire slayer who is a vampire with a soul and when i was Angelus i thought just the same way u did and i killed as many people as i could. Till a group of gypsies returned my soul were I thought for redemption of the years of wrong i commited. Till a while a go i made out with a girl were I recieved one moment of true happiness and then i reverted back to Angelus. I went on a killing spree, drainig the blood from as many people as i could. Nothing could stop me until some wichcraft returned my soul. I felt so compelled with shame that I left and went to LA were I could be away from everyone I knew till a half demon brought me back onto the path of light were once again I could make up the years that I brought so much evil into the world. I still felt so compelled with shame though that i showed no remorse to the people I rescued just as long as rescued them. Later on I felt as though i was fighting a battle not worth fighting, so I gave up all hope and made a happy with a fellow vampire who I slayed but had returned by my enemies. I woke up to feel the pain of the bitterness that was my soul exiting my body. However, my soul was still intact and now i still don’t know why. But from then on I had a sudden epipthany and began to act as more human, drinking only pigs blood. I made some new allies and have set up a private investigation called “Angel Investigations”, now i feel more complete as a person and am one step closer to returning to human as it was written in my prophecy. Now i’m still on my way, but you people still have a soul and u have no idea what’s like for me. So all I can do is advise u because i was once like u. I can easily return to my former self if I want to but I won’t because I feel I have a job to do, and that’s, fighting the good fight.
I am a vampire. This is sick. Bet ur wonderin whats this vampire talking about. Well I have a soul, and my name is, Angel.
Sorry, but I think that was really crude. Perhaps that was the idea, but i think it could have been written a lot better. Oh, sorry if this was like an outporing of your soul and partially non- fictional, because that would make me an insensitive *****.
I just cant believe this i found something that touched even deaper than everthing else this is wicked i ilike it
umm…i’m left speechless…just amazing…
that was absolutely awesome..ilovied it!! keep writing….:):):)!!!!!!
I can relate to that. Parents screaming at you when they’ve had to much liquor to drink. Life’s a *****. They come in and beat the shit out of you with a leather belt. Kid’s ask what happen. I tell them skateboarding. Sometimes i get mad and turn evil. I peirced my own eyebrow. Blood and pain drowning the rage. Why me? Life sucks and all hallow’s eve is the shit? The night of evil.
So god does pray for the kids of the corn, the blood spills, the tears of a million eyes
Tiffany 14
That was awsome Keep writinG!!!!! chop chop slice!
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If none it true then your a compleat ***** cos i know people who still are troumatised by actully having shit like that happen to them!
Dude you are so full of shit….your imagination sucks….. my farts could spell out a better story.
all I have to say is that I love it. It’s totally deep.
i like this story. i was getting into it. keep writing
Beautiful, to feel the heat of warm blood and true pain epitomises man’s underlying nature and belies the core of his being. Dont believe societies bullshit because at the base of it all, someone IS trying to kill you. Se La Vie.
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I have to admit, your stories are really, really good. ~Keep up the good work~