Forbidden

The air is so chill, yet I wake in my own sweat. There is an unsteady feeling surrounding the room, crushing everything within it. They know.

Their glances catch my eye and shiver my spine, and just as quickly as I turn to look they're gone. Ghosts will only aproach you when they want to. Until then they hind in the backround, disguising themselves as the layout of ordinary life. But I can see them. I see right through the tricks and the camouflage. What could possibly be in store today? I know whats coming, but I don't know their plan.

Only one will speak. Odd. Usually the blue one is more vocal. Not this time. He stares at me with his dead eyes, and for that split second I feel all his anger pulse through me, everything he will soon unleash. His gaze quickly turns away. He doesnt have enough hate yet. His blue glow begins to fade into red.

The other, who will speak, is short with me. Simple quick responses. Yes, No, okay, alright. I take the hint. I don't enjoy talking to them much anyway. I venture up to my catacomb. Cobwebs infest untouched corners with the corpses of their old inhabiters dangling by a small thread of silk covers with dust. The light is dim, casting shadows of unknown figures that watch your every move. They stalk you like a lion in the brush, waiting for that perfect moment to pounce. The air is thick with rust and decay, but the windows dont open. I can only imagine what it like to breath the fresh free air beyond these wall. Everything in this place has more life than I do.

I hear her whispers through the walls. They are getting louder, shes coming. She knows. She knows. What do I do? I can't hide, she'll find me. Its too late. I feel her breath on my neck. Eyes wide, I stare straight ahead. Body stiff, I dare not move. I feel her gaze boil the back of my head. Im defenseless to her wrath.

I blink. In that same instant shes infront of my face, inches away. I fall to the floor. My heart pounds against my bones, she can smell the fear. She can see my guilt.

I entered the forbidden chambers. I looked at the forbidden text. I didn't want to hurt anyone. Can they not see that I only wanted to help? No, all they know is hate, so it is all they will ever see. I cant unsee what I have seen. But they will make sure I never tell anyone. That they can prevent.
Her eyes glow fire. A smile creeps over her face, an evil smile. What is she going to do? Her body begins to contort and twitch. Her teeth turn to razors as her neck shakes violently in every way. Her elbows and knees snap backward exposing the sockets and bone holding them together. She breaks her own neck and rips her skull from her vertebrae, her head dangles below her breasts and sways from torn flesh. All the while her smile only gets bigger.

Dripping with blood she begins to move twoard me in short robotic steps. Her stare never moves from mine. I have to get up. I have to run. Squirming backward I attempt to gain my footing. I flip to my stomach and attempt to crawl away, her heavy steps behind me, I hear her bones breaking. Its too late. She grabs my ankle, grags me back to the room and pins me to the ground. I feel her mouth grip the back of my neck as the poison spills into my body. All I can do is scream. The pain is unbearable. My finger nails snap off as I attempt to pick myself up, digging into the cemented floor. The poison drains my body, I feel it pulse through my heart and disinigrate everything inside. She bits harder.

Snap

But I refuse to die.

Beastly

How long as it been since the sun shown through my window and I felt its warmth, all the happiness it could bring. How long have a crept these halls? I dare not wake the beast. His very footsteps are enough to curdle your blood. They pound their way, inch by inch closer to your doom. To the place you feel most comfortable, he attacks your mind and your home. Your very being, everything you thought you were is ripped from your flesh and it crumbles beneath his roar.

So I creep. I keep my distance. I smile. I lay in my coffin and wander around my tomb. I occupy my time staring at all the things I had once hoped to accomplish. I make too much noise if I try anything else. I live in this fantasy world I created for myself. It is there that I am happy. It is here that I am doomed to perish. Maybe I already have. Maybe I'm no longer the potential I once was so many years ago. Perhaps now I am just a lump, a lump full of nothing more than puss and disappointment.

His mistress may be worse. She bathes in her own sweet words and ignorance. Her pessimism is enough to drive you crazy. Assuming your crazy enough to listen to her for that long. She likes to pretend she is also a part of the beast. His right hand man. This couldnt be more from the truth. Manipulation and persuasion. Fear. Need I say more? Can she not see that she too is just a pet? We all are. As long as were here, we are not human. Nothing but an object that he can toy with. Command. Control.

I dare not rebel. I've seen the real beast. He'll suck up every ounce of life you posess. But its never enough, hes never full. Hes never satisfied. Hes never happy.

And so I creep.