Finally, Bleed Me Clean
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
991
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Prologue
& Hello Everyone~! This is my first time writing on AdultFanFiction.Net. I have a few things on FanFiction.Net, but this is the first place that I can write a maturely-based, original story and have good feedback. I trust the people here to tell me the truth and constructively criticize me. This story comes very close to my heart, showing the power of unconditional devotion, even in the face of overwhelming odds. This is just the prologue, and the first chapter is in the making, so please bare with me.
Here are all the warnings. Don\'t worry, there\'s nothing in the prologue to be warned about. ~Rape, Murder, Object Rape, Blood, Violence, Stalking, Homosexual Male Sex, Heterosexual Sex, Explicit Sex, Drug Use, Cult Activity, Manipulation of Minors and Adults, Schitzophrenia, Twisted Thoughts~
& so it begins;
Prologue
There are those in this world who are not meant to be normal. I have come to accept this. Being different has become a liability and individuality turns to shame. The mask of insanity and prisons of padded bars separates the usual from the unusual. We are quarantined as not to infect others with our abnormality. We are the rabid dogs of man.
I am one of them, one shell of a man to which the definition of sound does not apply. The life I live and the mind I use are not natural. I am sick, or so I\'ve been told; even though I have no illness. I did not contract this from another person. I learned and chose to be the way I am. If not only to protect myself, than to protect all that I hold dear.
I will escape these chains that will not let me be who I am. I will return to your arms my love. Though my hands are still stained with blood, my touch will be gentle. It will be gentler than you have ever experienced from me. Such an unholy, twisted love we had, and will have again. Let us fall to hell together in each other\'s embrace.
I can hear you as I write, my dearest. Even now, you speak to me from such a beautiful and eternal slumber. As they laid you in the ugly ground that didn\'t deserve you, I watched. I pictured you beneath that pinewood lid. Crimson was always your best color; it was so fitting that you were stained with it. The others around watched on for some sign of remorse. They got no such honor from my expression. Within, however, vengeance, horror, loneliness, and sorrow began to set in on my murdering heart. You cannot imagine what it is like now without you.
Fear not, I will be with you before too long. Until then, whisper in my ear as you did back when you were still warm and I will listen. Your voice, though it ebbs and flows, it is still present. Your voice sounds just as you used to. I will always respond as you speak to me with no audible sound. It is those times that I feel you are with me again. Damn those fools who take you away with their pills and injections. I take them, withstand them, and fight to regain your presence. I will not lose you again.
Together, we will stay awake and write the tale of our love so that they may comprehend what they tried to stop. I will write my parts, and you will tell me yours. I will be the vessel for your side. It will be our final summons before I can finally be with you again. As in life, my death will be blessed with you. Finally, you will bleed me clean and spill the filth of my heart. I will be free when that day arrives. Just a little longer my love, wait to bleed me clean.
Here are all the warnings. Don\'t worry, there\'s nothing in the prologue to be warned about. ~Rape, Murder, Object Rape, Blood, Violence, Stalking, Homosexual Male Sex, Heterosexual Sex, Explicit Sex, Drug Use, Cult Activity, Manipulation of Minors and Adults, Schitzophrenia, Twisted Thoughts~
& so it begins;
Prologue
There are those in this world who are not meant to be normal. I have come to accept this. Being different has become a liability and individuality turns to shame. The mask of insanity and prisons of padded bars separates the usual from the unusual. We are quarantined as not to infect others with our abnormality. We are the rabid dogs of man.
I am one of them, one shell of a man to which the definition of sound does not apply. The life I live and the mind I use are not natural. I am sick, or so I\'ve been told; even though I have no illness. I did not contract this from another person. I learned and chose to be the way I am. If not only to protect myself, than to protect all that I hold dear.
I will escape these chains that will not let me be who I am. I will return to your arms my love. Though my hands are still stained with blood, my touch will be gentle. It will be gentler than you have ever experienced from me. Such an unholy, twisted love we had, and will have again. Let us fall to hell together in each other\'s embrace.
I can hear you as I write, my dearest. Even now, you speak to me from such a beautiful and eternal slumber. As they laid you in the ugly ground that didn\'t deserve you, I watched. I pictured you beneath that pinewood lid. Crimson was always your best color; it was so fitting that you were stained with it. The others around watched on for some sign of remorse. They got no such honor from my expression. Within, however, vengeance, horror, loneliness, and sorrow began to set in on my murdering heart. You cannot imagine what it is like now without you.
Fear not, I will be with you before too long. Until then, whisper in my ear as you did back when you were still warm and I will listen. Your voice, though it ebbs and flows, it is still present. Your voice sounds just as you used to. I will always respond as you speak to me with no audible sound. It is those times that I feel you are with me again. Damn those fools who take you away with their pills and injections. I take them, withstand them, and fight to regain your presence. I will not lose you again.
Together, we will stay awake and write the tale of our love so that they may comprehend what they tried to stop. I will write my parts, and you will tell me yours. I will be the vessel for your side. It will be our final summons before I can finally be with you again. As in life, my death will be blessed with you. Finally, you will bleed me clean and spill the filth of my heart. I will be free when that day arrives. Just a little longer my love, wait to bleed me clean.