Edward's Journal

The Lost pages of

Edward’s journal

Lost in the cold abyss

I watched the blood flow from my wrist, I felt the pain but didn't care. This would show them what they have done to me, why couldn't they let me be a kid..... Why can't she love me the way I love her? No one cares, I have nothing to live for, so why live? I felt dizzy, and giggled as I watched the crimson rivers flow into the drain at the bottom of the shower.

Why? Why is it taking so long? I just want it to end, my miserable pathetic life. I started to wonder... what is after death? So many questions not answered, but I will know soon. Who will find me? Will they care? They will forget me soon, or did they forget me a long time ago?

I couldn't sit up anymore, my body slowly drained of blood, of life. My eyes couldn't stay open, I felt tired and weak. Then all the sudden, cold... That's all I could feel. No taste, no sound, no arms, no legs. Nothing, only cold.

All I had were my thoughts. Am I dead yet? Is this it? This is what is after death? I would cry, if only I had a face to cry from. I waisted my life, maybe I could of made it, it could of gotten better. It's too late now. This is what I will feel for eternity, is it "Hell". Am I here because I sinned? Or does everyone go here? Go where, what is "here"?

A dark red glow emanated from a small sphere. I can see! Is it real, or my imagination? No feeling, still the same "cold".

The sphere grew brighter, then cave walls. I could see people, not just people. No word can explain the sorrow I felt when I looked at these people. Some were crying and screaming, some were beaten and bloody, some old, some young as children, and some were evil. No expressions upon the evil ones, almost as if they were part of the dark glossy cave walls. I can see, and feel! I have a body! Wait... it's not my body. Pail white skin replaced my peachy freckled skin I had before. Black long hair covered my face, replacing the copper hair I had when I was alive. I'm dead, I'm in "hell".

I stood up, I noticed I was wearing a dark blood red robe, it was felt ice cold, and heavy. I walked up to the sphere, and gazed into it. I felt as if it were alive, looking right back at me. A sound came from the dark red sphere, a sound I will never forget. It was the sound of death, screams, cries, mumbling, growling. The sphere slowly faded into the dark.

I walked forward leaving the cavern of the cave, feeling the cold smooth surface of the walls as I walked. Then I saw light, torches, the fire was black, but a bright red glow shown from them onto the walls. Now I was in long tunnel, with I brown wooden door at the end I slowly walked to the door, I could hear my feet softly touch the black obsidian floor.

The door had no handle or knob, so I lightly pushed on it. It opened enough for me to slip through. I gazed into the vast darkness around me, the air was foggy with a maroon glow. It looked like the fog is what lit up the giant brown blocks. These blocks towered over me, I looked up, I couldn't see the tops, they disappeared into the black sky. At the bottom of these "blocks", were little square brown doors. The ground was a shiny smooth black surface, I could see my reflection. Was it mine? I could see my face, it was almost the same shape as it's always been, but pail, no freckles, my lips were red, almost black, and my eyes... each eye ball was completely black.

I looked up and saw a small boy with pail white skin and bright red hair... I'm getting so tired of the color red. He wore a robe much like mine. I tried to speak, no words would come out. The boy looked at me with black eyes and said, "You are the new one, we have been waiting a long time for you". His voice was soft and high pitched. "Follow me" He said, I followed him between the blocks, we walked for a long time, and then I saw a woman wearing rags, lying on the ground. She started to sing in a different language, Japanese maybe. She looked at me and started crying, and whispered one word, "Shinigami".

We came to a black door, sitting in a door frame, no walls around it, just the black floor. Three big long scratches down the middle, it looks like it was made from some kind of claw. The boy mumbled words in an peculiar language and the door swung open. I followed the boy threw the door, but when I entered, he wasn't there. I was in a room, dark purple walls, with the same dark purple ceiling and floor. A man sat in a bright orange old weathered claw footed chair, another chair identical to the one the man sat in, on the other side of the room. The man's skin was light blue, his eyes were red, he was bald, and he wore a bright pink robe, which went down past his feet. The man spoke with a deep scratchy voice, "sit". I sat in the other chair, it was soft and warm. The man said, "I am the gate keeper, you are a servant of the great darkness. Your job is to consume souls, and bring them to our lord. Why you?... I have no idea. Good bye."

Death angel

The door opened, I walked out. I saw a man weeping curled up against one of the blocks. I walked over to him, he looked at me with blue eyes and tan skin, He yelled, "not again! No! Get away you demon!".

I opened my eyes, the man was pail and had black short hair, and his eyes were black. Did I do that? Did I take his soul? I'm a monster.

I couldn't control myself, I consumed soul after soul. Time? How long have I been doing this? Does time even exist? I need to get out, I need to escape.

Every soul I consumed I got stronger. Two black misty figures that resembled bat wings started to sprout from my back. I started to fly, I could feed faster now. My hands turned black, my finger tips grew to pointed edges. My teeth turned into fangs. I felt as if I was losing myself, slowly slipping from existence.

[NOT FINISHED]

I just recently started working on this, after almost a year of not even looking at it.

I hope my new vocabulary will help improve my story.