Inevitable
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,299
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Inevitable
I'm not sure if it was clear the way I described my disclaimer.
As this is an original fiction, I do indeed own the characters.
I also own the storyline.
In no way, shape, or form, is this based on any real life event, nor are any of the characters based of any real life characters. If the names or events coincide with an actual event, this is merely coincidence, and nothing more.
*Another disclaimer. I know there is a lot of repetition, and horrible grammar in here. It is done that way on purpose.
Please Read and Review, and if you don't like it, please Constructively let me know what You think is wrong with it.
Legend:
Unquoted Dialogue = The "voice"
Bolded Text = The thoughts of our Protagonist.
Italicized Text = Flashback scene.
Underlined Text = Headlines
These may appear in a number of ways, combined, or not. Fair warning? Why yes.
"What am I doing here?"
I don't know, what are you doing?
"Shut up, damnit, They already think I'm crazy."
You are. You're talking to me, aren't you?
"No! I'm not!"
Yes you are.
"UGH! Shut UP!"
Stares. They were staring, all of them. Staring at the pretty boy, who's hands were pressed to his temples, yelling at seemingly no one. Whispers would break the sudden silence as the yelling stopped. They were talking about him now. Someone should lock him up. He's crazy. He's talking to himself. Maybe he has a wireless phone? No, he always does this. Always yelling at nothing and no one. It'll happen again in ten minutes, I guarantee it.
"See?! They think I'm crazy, and its all your fault!"
You are crazy. You're talking to a voice inside your head.
"No, I'm not!"
Yes, you are, Darien.
"NO!"
They were right, all of them. And the voice, as well. But he'd never tell them. Never tell her. Though she was in his head, she already knew. He didn't acknowledge this, why would he. He was trying to convince himself that he wasn't crazy. Right. The stares. The whispers. They had to be dealt with. Almost white, silver eyes gave a quick glare around, and silence reigned once again. He was crazy. He could snap and kill them all, who knows.
More stares as he walked away. Though these were from girls. After all, he was a pretty boy. Raven hair with sapphire bangs, hung in front of one eye. Pale skin, though most was covered by baggy pants and hoodie, left open to show the form-fitting shirt. And makeup. He was in makeup. Black eyeliner, black shadow. Lips left pale, though a ring cut through the slightly pink plane, off to the side a bit. Pretty boy. Insane heartthrob.
Home. A small, one bedroom apartment. Not rented, owned. Left to him. Bed, an old worn mattress. Warm, comfortable. It was dark, now, and he was tired. Exhausted. Yelling at the voice in ones head could wear one out. Sleep. Sleep was good. Sleep meant no more voice, no more Krystal, no more insanity. Sleep was welcome, always.
Breaking news!! This morning at 4am, a brutal triple murder. A man, woman and child viciously stabbed, raped, and left for dead. One child left unscathed. Full story at 11.
Newsflash!! Triple homicide leaves one witness, five year old son receiving support from local psych ward.
Darkness.Five year old Darien loved nighttime. It was so pretty, quiet. The stars fascinated the boy. He would be an astronaut. He knew it. His parents knew it. His sister knew it. His twin, they knew everything without saying a word to each other. Best friends, never fighting.
Bedtime. Darkness. Screams. Screams? Something’s wrong. 's Krystal. The voice so familiar, twin, sister, best friend. No shoes, no time, she’s having a nightmare. Gotta tell her 's ok. Bare feet padding along the floor, unheard vibrations through the floorboard. Screams getting louder, pained. Doors open. Doors never open. Steel orbs peek inside. How he doesn't scream he doesn't know. A shadow, buried inside her. Her bed's parallel with the door. Silver flash, crimson drops. Knife. Blood. He's killing her. Best friend, sister, twin. Gotta save her.
Too late, too late, too late, she’s gone. She’s not screaming anymore, she's not moving. Shadow's gone, shadow left. The shadow slid out the door right by the hidden boy. Parents. Mommy. Daddy. They have to know. Feet pad faster, soft taps on the floor, door creaking open. "Mommy, Daddy!" Silence. There’s no sound, no breathing. Dad snores. Why isn't daddy snoring? Floor's wet, sticky. Red. Red... red... red... blood! Phone. 911. Krystal.
"911, what's your emergency"
"Shadow... Krystal! mommy, daddy, floor's red, and wet, 's blood! Help!"
"Stay on the line, sweetheart, what happened?"
"Blood! Knife! Shadow! Krystal! Help!"
"Help is on the way, stay on the line. ..Hello? Hello?"
"Krystal! Wake up, wake up, wake up! helps coming, wake up! Need you, need you, need you. Sirens, see? Help! wake up, wake up. You're so cold, open your eyes."
The door opens, Darien clutches his sister to himself. His feet are coated in his parents blood, his pajamas, arms, face, hands, in his sisters. A young cop comes into the room, Darien's sobbing, rocking back and forth. Krystal's lifeless in his arms. There's a retching sound, the cop's trying hard not to lose the snack she had in the cruiser. Darien doesn't say a word. Just cradles the lifeless body.
wake up wake up wake up, need you. need you, sister best friend, twin. wake up. so cold, wake up...
EMTs enter the room, and it takes three of them to separate the living from the dead. He doesn't scream, just goes limp, eyes not leaving his sister. need you wake up need you sister need you...
He'd sit up in bed, sweat rolling down his naked body in cold streaks. He shivered, struggling not to scream, not to cry. The crying failed. Tears join the sweat, warmth coursing down frigid cheeks.
It was the dream again.
"No."
Liar. I know it was.
"I should have saved you."
We were five.
"I stood there and watched."
You couldn't have done anything else.
Darien wouldn't answer. Not a word. He'd stay huddled in a small little ball of pale boy, the scars on his arms purple due to the cold. Feminine voice whispering, almost as though into his ear.
You did everything you could. You went to get mom and dad. You called 911. If you had been there when the Shadow was, you would have been killed with us. You did everything you could. Stop reliving it, Dari. My brother, my twin, my best friend. Stop reliving it. It's alright. I forgive you....
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As this is an original fiction, I do indeed own the characters.
I also own the storyline.
In no way, shape, or form, is this based on any real life event, nor are any of the characters based of any real life characters. If the names or events coincide with an actual event, this is merely coincidence, and nothing more.
*Another disclaimer. I know there is a lot of repetition, and horrible grammar in here. It is done that way on purpose.
Please Read and Review, and if you don't like it, please Constructively let me know what You think is wrong with it.
Legend:
Unquoted Dialogue = The "voice"
Bolded Text = The thoughts of our Protagonist.
Italicized Text = Flashback scene.
Underlined Text = Headlines
These may appear in a number of ways, combined, or not. Fair warning? Why yes.
"What am I doing here?"
I don't know, what are you doing?
"Shut up, damnit, They already think I'm crazy."
You are. You're talking to me, aren't you?
"No! I'm not!"
Yes you are.
"UGH! Shut UP!"
Stares. They were staring, all of them. Staring at the pretty boy, who's hands were pressed to his temples, yelling at seemingly no one. Whispers would break the sudden silence as the yelling stopped. They were talking about him now. Someone should lock him up. He's crazy. He's talking to himself. Maybe he has a wireless phone? No, he always does this. Always yelling at nothing and no one. It'll happen again in ten minutes, I guarantee it.
"See?! They think I'm crazy, and its all your fault!"
You are crazy. You're talking to a voice inside your head.
"No, I'm not!"
Yes, you are, Darien.
"NO!"
They were right, all of them. And the voice, as well. But he'd never tell them. Never tell her. Though she was in his head, she already knew. He didn't acknowledge this, why would he. He was trying to convince himself that he wasn't crazy. Right. The stares. The whispers. They had to be dealt with. Almost white, silver eyes gave a quick glare around, and silence reigned once again. He was crazy. He could snap and kill them all, who knows.
More stares as he walked away. Though these were from girls. After all, he was a pretty boy. Raven hair with sapphire bangs, hung in front of one eye. Pale skin, though most was covered by baggy pants and hoodie, left open to show the form-fitting shirt. And makeup. He was in makeup. Black eyeliner, black shadow. Lips left pale, though a ring cut through the slightly pink plane, off to the side a bit. Pretty boy. Insane heartthrob.
Home. A small, one bedroom apartment. Not rented, owned. Left to him. Bed, an old worn mattress. Warm, comfortable. It was dark, now, and he was tired. Exhausted. Yelling at the voice in ones head could wear one out. Sleep. Sleep was good. Sleep meant no more voice, no more Krystal, no more insanity. Sleep was welcome, always.
Breaking news!! This morning at 4am, a brutal triple murder. A man, woman and child viciously stabbed, raped, and left for dead. One child left unscathed. Full story at 11.
Newsflash!! Triple homicide leaves one witness, five year old son receiving support from local psych ward.
Darkness.Five year old Darien loved nighttime. It was so pretty, quiet. The stars fascinated the boy. He would be an astronaut. He knew it. His parents knew it. His sister knew it. His twin, they knew everything without saying a word to each other. Best friends, never fighting.
Bedtime. Darkness. Screams. Screams? Something’s wrong. 's Krystal. The voice so familiar, twin, sister, best friend. No shoes, no time, she’s having a nightmare. Gotta tell her 's ok. Bare feet padding along the floor, unheard vibrations through the floorboard. Screams getting louder, pained. Doors open. Doors never open. Steel orbs peek inside. How he doesn't scream he doesn't know. A shadow, buried inside her. Her bed's parallel with the door. Silver flash, crimson drops. Knife. Blood. He's killing her. Best friend, sister, twin. Gotta save her.
Too late, too late, too late, she’s gone. She’s not screaming anymore, she's not moving. Shadow's gone, shadow left. The shadow slid out the door right by the hidden boy. Parents. Mommy. Daddy. They have to know. Feet pad faster, soft taps on the floor, door creaking open. "Mommy, Daddy!" Silence. There’s no sound, no breathing. Dad snores. Why isn't daddy snoring? Floor's wet, sticky. Red. Red... red... red... blood! Phone. 911. Krystal.
"911, what's your emergency"
"Shadow... Krystal! mommy, daddy, floor's red, and wet, 's blood! Help!"
"Stay on the line, sweetheart, what happened?"
"Blood! Knife! Shadow! Krystal! Help!"
"Help is on the way, stay on the line. ..Hello? Hello?"
"Krystal! Wake up, wake up, wake up! helps coming, wake up! Need you, need you, need you. Sirens, see? Help! wake up, wake up. You're so cold, open your eyes."
The door opens, Darien clutches his sister to himself. His feet are coated in his parents blood, his pajamas, arms, face, hands, in his sisters. A young cop comes into the room, Darien's sobbing, rocking back and forth. Krystal's lifeless in his arms. There's a retching sound, the cop's trying hard not to lose the snack she had in the cruiser. Darien doesn't say a word. Just cradles the lifeless body.
wake up wake up wake up, need you. need you, sister best friend, twin. wake up. so cold, wake up...
EMTs enter the room, and it takes three of them to separate the living from the dead. He doesn't scream, just goes limp, eyes not leaving his sister. need you wake up need you sister need you...
He'd sit up in bed, sweat rolling down his naked body in cold streaks. He shivered, struggling not to scream, not to cry. The crying failed. Tears join the sweat, warmth coursing down frigid cheeks.
It was the dream again.
"No."
Liar. I know it was.
"I should have saved you."
We were five.
"I stood there and watched."
You couldn't have done anything else.
Darien wouldn't answer. Not a word. He'd stay huddled in a small little ball of pale boy, the scars on his arms purple due to the cold. Feminine voice whispering, almost as though into his ear.
You did everything you could. You went to get mom and dad. You called 911. If you had been there when the Shadow was, you would have been killed with us. You did everything you could. Stop reliving it, Dari. My brother, my twin, my best friend. Stop reliving it. It's alright. I forgive you....
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