"Broken" Second ChapterMary woke up slowly, her head thumping with pain. She could feel something cold, metallic-like and wet oozing down her ears; she knew exactly what it was, of course. Blood. She brought her head up slowly, the halo of black hair uncovering her icy, bitter blue eyes. She tried to move her hands but found that they were bound with something cold, and to her further dismay, her feet were bound as well. She knew she had been kidnapped right then and there, for she wouldn't have been imprisoned if "they" were only curious. She grimaced as she thought about the scar-ridden hands of the man that had brought her here.Looking around the room, she noticed many bizarre things. The room was caked with dried blood, releasing a foul stench; pieces of flesh sheltered the broken bones in the dark corner of the reeking room. She lifted her head up more, causing the throbbing pain in her head to increase, but she didn't bother with it. Her eye caught something shimmering in the cor
"Broken" First ChapterShe had fallen face first in dew-ridden grass, her glasses pushing against the bridge of her nose, causing momentary pain (but pain nonetheless). She lay there, taking in what had just happened, ignoring the swelling pain of her nose, she breathed heavily, watching the strands of black hair flowing up and down in front of her eyes. Her trance was interrupted by a voice. More specifically, a young man's voice.The voice asked her "Where did you come from?" his voice was teasing, as if he was joking around with her. Too bad Mary was not in the mood for jokes at all, she got up hastily, her shoulder exposed due to her sleeve being dragged down far too much (as to which she fixed quite fast) and her jeans were torn and smeared with grass stains.What the man was wearing was far too exposing for Mary's cold eyes. All he wore was animal skin torn to fit around his hips (and it was torn rather badly to add, and it smelled rather ghastly), the "clothing" was held up by a strap of more skin wit
EyesEyesThere are many kinds of eyes.Cold , hard , staring eyes.Warm , big , giving eyes.And the kinds that make you look down , wondering if you should look up again and find something new.The kinds that are like a black hole , infinite , never ending , mysterious.You must be thinking that is all a lie , a mere childrens tale. No.I know eyes.The kind that make you scream inside, the kind that makes you warm inside , and lastly ,the most persuading eyes, the deep , dark , melting eyes.Don't look!You might fall in...and you won't be able to get out.
Mansion of SorrowMansionForever more , do I sit here in this mansion,this mansion of sorrow and sadness,this mansion of memories long forgotten,this mansion that needs no expansion,for its thoughts are not mines to share,not mines to spare,not mines to tear,for this mansion of sadness and sorrow,long forgotten on this hill,is deroding away,and taking me as its victim,not wanting to depart lonely,not wanting to depart without recognition,to make its victims suffer,sorrow,sadness,and to remember,memories ,long,forgotten.