Eternity of Darkness

It was supposed to be just another day at school, but it soon became obvious that it was destined to be a wide turn off on the road of life. Maybe even a dead end? When I opened my locker that morning I thought it was a joke my friends were playing on me. I turned to the locker beside me.
“Alright asshole, real funny.” I said to my friend Dustin. We had been friends since the beginning of the school year when we discovered we both shared the same interests. He had opened his locker and I had noticed the books on witchcraft. Ever since we had formed a really close friendship.
“What did I do?” he asked.
“The sign. You put it in my locker you stupid jerk.”
I have to interject here to explain this. The sign is sort of an urban legend around here. The story goes that there is a secret club in which seniors are initiated into every year. They must choose a victim, someone who has found themselves on the group’s bad side. They hang a sign in the kid’s locker and later that night, kill them. Most people would think this is just another school legend, if it weren’t for the disappearance of at least one student every year. People have gone to the principal, the cops, or anyone else who they thought could help them, but to no avail. Seeing the sign in your locker means guaranteed death.
“I’m telling you man, it wasn’t me.”
I spent the rest of the day roaming from class to class wondering if this was only a joke, or if tonight, I was going to die. What could I have done to piss anyone off? I was the quiet kid, the one who dressed al in black and sat alone at lunch. All I wanted was to be left alone. How could someone like me found my way to someone’s list of people to kill? I decided it wasn’t possible. I went home that night, scared and confused. After dinner, I decided I had to clear my head. I went out for a walk. When looking back on that, I realized it was the dumbest thing I had ever done in my life. All my walks have only led me to one place, the cemetery. It’s the only place I can go to clear my head. I though, who would look for a guy pegged for dead in the cemetery. It’s redundant. I didn’t even consider that someone would follow me. I figured I was safe though. Before I had left the house I had slipped my ritual dagger into it’s sheath and strapped it on under my sheath.
As I sat on my bench in the graveyard, I heard approaching footsteps. In the dark I couldn’t see anyone but I drew my dagger anyway. It was pointless.
A sudden blow to the back of my head sent me sprawling to the ground. I rolled over to look at my attacker. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see anything. It must have been the blow to my head, I reasoned. I slashed blindly with the dagger. I felt it get kicked out of my hand. Someone was sitting on my chest. I felt something piece through my right eye, something cold and metal. The pain was agonizing. Then the left eye. I blacked out. Next thing I know, I’m where I am now, looking down at my body. I can’t believe I made it so easy for them. My body is lying in a pool of my blood, coming from the wound on the back of my head, and also from my eyes. What had he stabbed into my eyes? I bent over to get a closer look. Nails. Odd choice. Dustin finishes wiping the blood off his hands and turns, walking away. I slowly slip away into the eternal darkness.

I meant for this to go in death.

By Drake The Dark

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