Post by Vaughn Harris on Oct 28, 2009 2:31:25 GMT -5
I have no paper or pen. The only sounds I hear are from my own voice as I speak these thoughts aloud. There aren't any windows so the light brings no end to the darkness. It feels like I have been trapped here for years. After I changed into my other self the vampires became more clever and put a belly chain around my middle. Even if there was a hope to escape, the metal binds me fast.
I keep replaying that night over again in my mind. Rylan is limp in the arms of a vampire. Her lifeless body is being hauled away. I need to save her, I need to do something! Why wasn't I fast enough? Why couldn't I be the big brother she needed? Was moving here all a mistake? Did I shun our family only to lead the ones I care most about to their deaths? I did the pack a favor by leaving, they would have died off with me at the helm.
Food and water daily, weekly, monthly, it goes on for an eternity. When will they kill me? Why are they keeping me alive? What did I do to deserve to live that Rylan did not? I can feel my self starting to break and I laugh. My laughter is rich and over powers me. There is nothing humorous about this which brings tears to my eyes. The laughing won't stop and I feel as if my heart will burst out of my chest. I suppose this is what madness would feel like if it were a disease. The symptoms were there, distress and talking out loud. The final stage is uncontrollable laughter. I am going to die now. This is just perfect.
I keep replaying that night over again in my mind. Rylan is limp in the arms of a vampire. Her lifeless body is being hauled away. I need to save her, I need to do something! Why wasn't I fast enough? Why couldn't I be the big brother she needed? Was moving here all a mistake? Did I shun our family only to lead the ones I care most about to their deaths? I did the pack a favor by leaving, they would have died off with me at the helm.
Food and water daily, weekly, monthly, it goes on for an eternity. When will they kill me? Why are they keeping me alive? What did I do to deserve to live that Rylan did not? I can feel my self starting to break and I laugh. My laughter is rich and over powers me. There is nothing humorous about this which brings tears to my eyes. The laughing won't stop and I feel as if my heart will burst out of my chest. I suppose this is what madness would feel like if it were a disease. The symptoms were there, distress and talking out loud. The final stage is uncontrollable laughter. I am going to die now. This is just perfect.
