The Diary
Journal Entry:
Fri Nov 27, 2009, 4:43 PM
In a silent room, a little girl writes in her diary. The diary holds everything since her family had given her away to a group of outcasts in order to keep their daughter safe.
Day 591...
Dear Diary,
Today, I was separated from my mommy and daddy. They say its to keep me safe from people who are trying to kill me, maybe even snap my head from my body
Even though I am only two years old, my mommy explained to me that I needed blood in order to age, and within each body I devoured, my appearance grew
As soon as the last dot was written down, she dropped her pencil on her small, wooden desk, then looked at herself in the large vanity mirror in front of her, which was leaning against her darkened walls. In the reflection was a young girl, could pull off around eight years to ten, but she knew better. Her full intellect wouldnt let her believe that she is eight, but merely two. Maybe even a couple months ahead. Her rosy cheeks made her smile even more wide, and her eyes a golden brown. They were always the strangest shade of brown, even from birth. She had written down in her diary a notion of her eyes changing from color to color when she became thirstier and thirstier for more human blood. In her diary, she stated that when her own DNA structure is intertwined with human DNA, her eyes change to a pitch black color, which is quite noticeable to the humans. Its not her fault, though, that she has to live off of it, she was born with this situation. She touched her long, blond hair with her small fingers and sighed.
There was a lamp that lit up the entire north corner of the room, so it was easy to write in her diary. Next to the lamp was a queen-sized bed with a blanket of intricate patterns that would fool the eye at first glance, then the second would declare the true pattern of different floral designs.
She suddenly felt an abrupt alertness and started to get out of her tiny stool.
Im coming, Corey! She yelled, then ran out of the door, after pushing the stool into the desk.
Downstairs, a tall, almost black-haired young man was interrupted from what he was about to yell. He was going to call her down for breakfast, but was stopped by her intuitive reaction. He then, smiled warmly from ear to ear.
Slamming the door in the result of excitement, the girl ran as fast as she could down the steps of a humongous, wooden staircase. Before she reached the last couple of steps, she ran as a start, then repelled against the wooden panel of the staircase, and leaped into Coreys wide, open arms. Twirling twice, they laughed intrigued laughs.
Agatha, he said, relieved. He was smiling with eyes closed, burying his face into her long, blond hair.
Agatha rose her head from his chin and gave Corey a pleading look; eyes piercing with need of more food, bottom lip rose higher than the top, trembling with upcoming fake tears from her eyes.
Corey nodded and carried her towards the kitchen area. On the table lay raw food for a vampire; a human body. It was bare naked with only underwear on. It has already been retained by the killer, so now, all she needed to do was bite and suck.
Corey put Agatha down on the ground and she ran up to her breakfast.
- Listening to: Evanescence
- Reading: Nothing
- Watching: Drumline
- Playing: Pokemon Ruby Version
- Eating: Cajun Chicken Pasta
- Drinking: Soda pop
--
I love One Piece!
--
"I think my brain's on backards."
Impossibility is never a good excuse for failure to try.
Sometimes, the most sane people in the world are those who doubt their own sanity.
The RULES:
1- POST THESE RULES IN YOUR JOURNAL
2- EACH TAGGED PERSON MUST POST 8 FACTS ABOUT THEM SELVES IN THEIR JOURNAL.
3- AT THE END, YOU MUST TAG 8 PEOPLE AND POST THEIR ICONS IN YOUR SAME JOURNAL.
4- GO TO THEIR PAGE AND SEND THEM A MESSAGE THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED.
6- NO TAG-BACKS.
--
sorry but my draws are not for children
desculpem mas meus desenhos não são para crianças
--
People alway's ask me "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" Grow up? why on earth would i wanna do that?" ~ Bear Grylls.
--
:trout:
"wake up, sweetie."
"What, mommy?"
"I SAID DRESS THE FUCK UP"
doodles|commision
--
Pride Alchemist~ :3
Did you bother to LOOK at the profile you spammed?
--
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things.
--
Pride Alchemist~ :3
more to the point, how can you love HER work. YOu haven't seen it
--
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things.
Previous Page12345...Next Page