Heaven roared with all its might. Darkness being lightened up by thunder as it strikes the ground with rage. As if Gods wrath imposed upon the world, upon a house, especially upon one cheerless guy, someone who appears to have passed through hell and back to this rotten world…
Back to a life full of misery…
Back to suffer…
Back to spill his blood for the fun of the gods…
Back to remember and never forget his past…
Back to a house which once was filled with joy…
Filled with love…
Filled with happiness…
A house which once was colorful…
A house which once was as bright as the stars…
A house which once was filled with flowers…
A house which once was filled with laughter…
A house that is no more what it used to be…
A house to be no more, never more…
He pondered alone in his murky room. As a sudden voice whispered into his ear words of hatred and revenge…
Death
Murder
Hate
Vengeance
Solitude
Sorrow
As he drowned in a pool of his own misery…
His own grief and thoughts…
Decaying internally he remained quiet, listening, looking, and thinking. The light of all hope got dimmer by the minute until finally diminished from him…
An emotion which ceased to exist within him…
An emotion which appeared to be surreal…
An emotion which seemed as an illusion of what reality should be…
For him, he was finally awake…
Awake never to fall asleep again…
Finally aware of the real world…
Finally conscious of the sufferings of life…
Finally conscious of the suffering of living…
Finally conscious of the suffering of being alone…
At last!
A change on his cold, pale face, it was a smile, quickly turning into a giggle. Finally a burst of laughter.
It has already been months since he laughed so eagerly, since he showed so much emotion.
He stood up, dropping his chair to the flood as he yelled;
“It’s perfect! Flawless! Oh glorious plan!
Completed! I will make them all suffer my pain!
I will get them on their knees and laugh!
Revenge! Sweet revenge!”
Alone in his gloomy room he continued his macabre laugh.
Eyes wide open, panting still with his twisted smile. A grotesque laugh only heard from insanity, which would creep and frighten the bravest man.
He had mourned the death of his loved one, his sweet Eliza. Murdered by the hands of a lunatic, a psychopath, a real monster indeed.
Internally dead, moved by pure human and animal instinct. He finally realized that there was something with him…
Not human, a presence, as evil and bitter as his soul…
Lurked in the shadows…
Followed his every step as if it waited for something…
As if he wanted something…
He could sense him; he could smell the odor of raw putrefied meat where ever he went.
Realized he was there on that day, watching, enjoying the so called show…
Enjoying his soul being tormented and agonizing as it happened…
As his sanity was being raped…
As his life was destroyed as if it was being devoured by starving wild animals…
As he felt like if his flesh was being ripped off him…
As he felt his heart being stabbed a thousand times…
Stabbed once and again over and over again…
