Death Rattle

So, to anyone who actually checks this, sorry about the absence. I have been going through a bit, and just needed some time. But I will try and write as much as possible. Here is a quick something to quench the thirst, hope it helps :)


Every feeling seems to lead to something that I just can't handle. And with all this talk it's getting harder to concentrate. The sounds in my head are clanking, clashing and fighting to escape. Even as I twist my hair back and pull it under the hood I keep close to my ears, I can't drive out the noise. Apparently I am just going to have to deal with it. You should know that I was okay once. I was normal. I dealt with everything that people usually do, over-protective parents, annoying siblings, the works. But things seem to be changing, and not in the way I wanted them to. In something quite entirely different. Something dark. Something I can't quite seem to put my finger on. Enough of my crazy person rambling though, and back to the moment. I wrap my fingers in the loose shirt that clings to my legs, twisting and pulling at the already frayed fabric. My cutoff shorts aren't enough to protect my bare legs from the biting cold of the train seats. I should never have gotten on here, this wasn't a good place to be. And I can't explain how, but in that moment I relaized just how bad things were about to get, way down in my bones there was a gentle ache.

The sudden lurching of the train tore me out of my seat and flung me against the window. A warm trickle of blood ran down my face and as I pressed my fingers to it I heard something more terrifying than even great pain. I heard the voice of death, quick, emotionless and razor sharp. His dark hands flitted towards me, grasping at my wrists. There is nothing I could do. This is the end.