Post by toxic on Apr 15, 2008 4:12:08 GMT -5
I vampire.
A young woman sat on her bed writing her diary.
Her face pail her nails painted black as was her
lips. Her skin naturally pail.
“Dear diary. What can I say...? I read you and yet
it is as if Someone-else wrote these words. I have
changed into what I don’t Know, for my love is
dead as your pages.
My soul as lost as the ink here within. I now find
myself alone in This world and my art have changed
from artistic to the morbidly insane.
I once painted pictures of blue skies, birds and
lushes growth. No I paint pictures of angels
drinking the blood of lambs.
What changed in me so profoundly diary? Is it me?”
She looked up at the window and stared at the light.
Ann! A faint voice echoed through the closes door.
Yes mother! She answered closing the heavy brown
diary with gold trimming and inlay. Placing her feet
on the cold floor she stared at herself in the mirror.
She was young; thinly build with black hair covering
her green eyes and most of her petite completion. She
slowly moved to the door and opened it.
The hallway was laid with wooden floors and leading to
a stairway, that spiralled down to the main living
room.
Slowly she walked down and stared at an angle: To her
surprise she saw the university headmaster. She slowly
continued down the spiral stairway her hand still firm
on the old wooden rail.
She felt angry still she let loose of the textured wood,
and came to stand next to her mother. Good afternoon Ann.
The headmaster greeted.
She nodded: Mister Odell... He continued your mother
discovered some of your latest art work. She thinks there
might be something wrong.
He stepped closer. Please Ann I am here as a friend
nothing more. Ann nodded: May I make some coffee or
perhaps some tea Mister Odell.
I am sure my mother and you have some... things to
discuss. He nodded. Ann turned around and stepped from
the door and made her way to the kitchen.
Her mother sat on down along with Mister Odell on the
large sofa. The room itself had white washed walls and
wooden floors. The white balanced the many textures of
brown.
Several of Ann’s art pieces neatly framed occupied the
large walls. I was shocked to see the horrors that my
daughter drew Mister Odell. Please Misses Opton, Call
me Kent, there is no need for formalities today.
As for your daughter Noreen, she is a true master of
the arts. She can do just about any type of painting
drawing of freehand sketch.
I myself, share no real insight to the crafts still I
am sure that something is amiss in Ann’s life. Ann
walked in holding two cups:
placing them down on a small table: Mister Odell as I
told my mother I drew what I call the “Slaughter” as an
expression of what I felt was wrong with the world as
I see it.
It is just a painting and nothing more. Mister Odell
nodded taking a sip of his tea. I see... placing the cup
down. Please Ann I am not a fool there was some anger
within that painting.
Ann closed her eyes surprising her anger; there is
something amiss mister Odell. A change has come about
and I will not be honest or open about it.
Anny! Her mother called out with a soft still
disappointed voice.
No mother! No more of this pretend. I will not tell you
what I feel because I am not sure that what I feel is
even real.
If the “Slaughter” is not to anyone’s liking then they
cannot see what it is that I feel. Some works of art is
better left as they are and as to its reason of being,
a mystery even to the artist.
Ann stepped closer and sat on the small sofa on the
opposite end. Mister Odell I know you mean well to come
to us this day, and speak to me in person.
I appreciate it. My mother means well to have called you,
this can also understand. Now I ask of you, please leave
me alone as this is something I must do by myself.
Morning came and behind the fog the university stood
still empty. Ann walked up to it and placed her bag
next to her feet.
I know you are here! She shouted out. I can feel you
staring at me since I was old enough to speak.
Silence past. Ann looked from left to right and from
right to left. Perhaps I am mad she mumbled. Walking
towards the gate.
Classes passed and students ran up and down the stairway.
Other stood outside smoking.
Ann sad down on the green grass with her sketchpad
turned to a new empty page. She looked on. Then from a
distance a young man walked up to her. He sat down next
to her and looked her in the eye.
So chick you in or out? Ann lifted her head and stared
the young man in the eye: Piss of why don’t you? I know
what you think. I am not some stray you can pick up.
Come now Ann you will have a rave. Look Jack I am may
look it but I don’t do drugs and stuff so if you don’t
piss right off I will show every cop I can find ware you
keep your stash.
Jack stood up and stared at Ann... Bitch! All I want to
show you is, how to have a little fun. Ann stared at Jack
with frown and looked him in the eye.
Fine but I am telling people that I am with you. Another
thing Jack I don’t do drugs so don’t offer me ok. Fine...
hay you will love it!
Night came and the club was filled yet at the back a steel
door drew open. Jack stepped in followed by Ann. He turned
around and stared at Ann: this is it... enjoy!
Ann looked around and saw girls cutting themselves with
razorblades.
Ann saw a cat’s head in the middle of a table with a
ceremonial dagger lying next to it. My god! Jack tell
that guy to open the door I am leaving.
Her voice and expression adamant.
No way, you just got here Ann the best is yet to come!
Ann grabbed the ceremonial dagger and pressed it against
Jack’s neck. Music of! She ordered...
the Music stopped and the lights turned on. Ann reached
for her phone and dialled the police. She stared at the
men and women around her.
Please try something! Ann called out. She then placed her
phone next her ear.
A moment past and Jack found himself in the back of a
police-car. Ann gave her statement looking straight at
him: Yes officer agreed in coming here but when I wanted
to leave Jack said no.
It is good that you did what you did Miss. The officer
spoke softly. We knew of a cult doing drugs and stuff
but we never knew where to look.
I can’t say it is my pleasure sir but felt that they had
something planned for me something bad.
That is true! A second constable walked up to Ann. About
a month ago now we found a young woman, her wrists slit.
We thought suicide then we found that the knife she had
with her was not the knife used.
We then suspected someone was responsible for her death.
The dagger you used to protect yourself with was never
cleaned. Now time and evidence will tell the rest of the
story.
Ann nodded. Thank you for coming to my rescue. And I
promise I will try not to swear at another policeman
again.
The officer smiled: That is good to hear.
Ann’s mother stood before her. You can be lucky you know
that boy could have done some bad things to you.
Ann looked up at her mother: Wanted to see what that type
of life is all about mother. A was aware of the dangers
but I needed to prove to myself that I am not like them.
Noreen stepped back in shock. You knew! Why then did you
go? Ann shook her head: Who is dad? Was he a bad person?
Noreen closed her eyes and took hold of a class of water.
You are old enough now Ann... The truth is I don’t know
Who your dad was.
Now don’t misunderstand me I knew him. I saw him every day
after work. But I never knew the true him.
One day he didn’t came home but he was not hurt or
harmed in anyway. He just never came home. There was
something about his disappearance that lingers till
today Ann.
Your dad was part of something. I don’t know if it was
crime related of what it might be, but I know it was
something so dreadful that he left us to protect us.
Even today I get money from him to pay for all of this.
Your studies and art is very important to him Ann. Now
if he didn’t love you then he wouldn’t do what he does
for you.
Ann nodded. I think I understand now. Thank you for
Telling me mother. Thank you for putting your trust in
me and above all thank you for telling me the truth.
Please excuse me. Ann stood up. She slowly walked up
the stairway.
As she closed the door she came to stand before the
window. Is it you that I feel around me Father. Is
your shadow that follows me around?
Yes... a voice spoke breaking the silence.
A young woman sat on her bed writing her diary.
Her face pail her nails painted black as was her
lips. Her skin naturally pail.
“Dear diary. What can I say...? I read you and yet
it is as if Someone-else wrote these words. I have
changed into what I don’t Know, for my love is
dead as your pages.
My soul as lost as the ink here within. I now find
myself alone in This world and my art have changed
from artistic to the morbidly insane.
I once painted pictures of blue skies, birds and
lushes growth. No I paint pictures of angels
drinking the blood of lambs.
What changed in me so profoundly diary? Is it me?”
She looked up at the window and stared at the light.
Ann! A faint voice echoed through the closes door.
Yes mother! She answered closing the heavy brown
diary with gold trimming and inlay. Placing her feet
on the cold floor she stared at herself in the mirror.
She was young; thinly build with black hair covering
her green eyes and most of her petite completion. She
slowly moved to the door and opened it.
The hallway was laid with wooden floors and leading to
a stairway, that spiralled down to the main living
room.
Slowly she walked down and stared at an angle: To her
surprise she saw the university headmaster. She slowly
continued down the spiral stairway her hand still firm
on the old wooden rail.
She felt angry still she let loose of the textured wood,
and came to stand next to her mother. Good afternoon Ann.
The headmaster greeted.
She nodded: Mister Odell... He continued your mother
discovered some of your latest art work. She thinks there
might be something wrong.
He stepped closer. Please Ann I am here as a friend
nothing more. Ann nodded: May I make some coffee or
perhaps some tea Mister Odell.
I am sure my mother and you have some... things to
discuss. He nodded. Ann turned around and stepped from
the door and made her way to the kitchen.
Her mother sat on down along with Mister Odell on the
large sofa. The room itself had white washed walls and
wooden floors. The white balanced the many textures of
brown.
Several of Ann’s art pieces neatly framed occupied the
large walls. I was shocked to see the horrors that my
daughter drew Mister Odell. Please Misses Opton, Call
me Kent, there is no need for formalities today.
As for your daughter Noreen, she is a true master of
the arts. She can do just about any type of painting
drawing of freehand sketch.
I myself, share no real insight to the crafts still I
am sure that something is amiss in Ann’s life. Ann
walked in holding two cups:
placing them down on a small table: Mister Odell as I
told my mother I drew what I call the “Slaughter” as an
expression of what I felt was wrong with the world as
I see it.
It is just a painting and nothing more. Mister Odell
nodded taking a sip of his tea. I see... placing the cup
down. Please Ann I am not a fool there was some anger
within that painting.
Ann closed her eyes surprising her anger; there is
something amiss mister Odell. A change has come about
and I will not be honest or open about it.
Anny! Her mother called out with a soft still
disappointed voice.
No mother! No more of this pretend. I will not tell you
what I feel because I am not sure that what I feel is
even real.
If the “Slaughter” is not to anyone’s liking then they
cannot see what it is that I feel. Some works of art is
better left as they are and as to its reason of being,
a mystery even to the artist.
Ann stepped closer and sat on the small sofa on the
opposite end. Mister Odell I know you mean well to come
to us this day, and speak to me in person.
I appreciate it. My mother means well to have called you,
this can also understand. Now I ask of you, please leave
me alone as this is something I must do by myself.
Morning came and behind the fog the university stood
still empty. Ann walked up to it and placed her bag
next to her feet.
I know you are here! She shouted out. I can feel you
staring at me since I was old enough to speak.
Silence past. Ann looked from left to right and from
right to left. Perhaps I am mad she mumbled. Walking
towards the gate.
Classes passed and students ran up and down the stairway.
Other stood outside smoking.
Ann sad down on the green grass with her sketchpad
turned to a new empty page. She looked on. Then from a
distance a young man walked up to her. He sat down next
to her and looked her in the eye.
So chick you in or out? Ann lifted her head and stared
the young man in the eye: Piss of why don’t you? I know
what you think. I am not some stray you can pick up.
Come now Ann you will have a rave. Look Jack I am may
look it but I don’t do drugs and stuff so if you don’t
piss right off I will show every cop I can find ware you
keep your stash.
Jack stood up and stared at Ann... Bitch! All I want to
show you is, how to have a little fun. Ann stared at Jack
with frown and looked him in the eye.
Fine but I am telling people that I am with you. Another
thing Jack I don’t do drugs so don’t offer me ok. Fine...
hay you will love it!
Night came and the club was filled yet at the back a steel
door drew open. Jack stepped in followed by Ann. He turned
around and stared at Ann: this is it... enjoy!
Ann looked around and saw girls cutting themselves with
razorblades.
Ann saw a cat’s head in the middle of a table with a
ceremonial dagger lying next to it. My god! Jack tell
that guy to open the door I am leaving.
Her voice and expression adamant.
No way, you just got here Ann the best is yet to come!
Ann grabbed the ceremonial dagger and pressed it against
Jack’s neck. Music of! She ordered...
the Music stopped and the lights turned on. Ann reached
for her phone and dialled the police. She stared at the
men and women around her.
Please try something! Ann called out. She then placed her
phone next her ear.
A moment past and Jack found himself in the back of a
police-car. Ann gave her statement looking straight at
him: Yes officer agreed in coming here but when I wanted
to leave Jack said no.
It is good that you did what you did Miss. The officer
spoke softly. We knew of a cult doing drugs and stuff
but we never knew where to look.
I can’t say it is my pleasure sir but felt that they had
something planned for me something bad.
That is true! A second constable walked up to Ann. About
a month ago now we found a young woman, her wrists slit.
We thought suicide then we found that the knife she had
with her was not the knife used.
We then suspected someone was responsible for her death.
The dagger you used to protect yourself with was never
cleaned. Now time and evidence will tell the rest of the
story.
Ann nodded. Thank you for coming to my rescue. And I
promise I will try not to swear at another policeman
again.
The officer smiled: That is good to hear.
Ann’s mother stood before her. You can be lucky you know
that boy could have done some bad things to you.
Ann looked up at her mother: Wanted to see what that type
of life is all about mother. A was aware of the dangers
but I needed to prove to myself that I am not like them.
Noreen stepped back in shock. You knew! Why then did you
go? Ann shook her head: Who is dad? Was he a bad person?
Noreen closed her eyes and took hold of a class of water.
You are old enough now Ann... The truth is I don’t know
Who your dad was.
Now don’t misunderstand me I knew him. I saw him every day
after work. But I never knew the true him.
One day he didn’t came home but he was not hurt or
harmed in anyway. He just never came home. There was
something about his disappearance that lingers till
today Ann.
Your dad was part of something. I don’t know if it was
crime related of what it might be, but I know it was
something so dreadful that he left us to protect us.
Even today I get money from him to pay for all of this.
Your studies and art is very important to him Ann. Now
if he didn’t love you then he wouldn’t do what he does
for you.
Ann nodded. I think I understand now. Thank you for
Telling me mother. Thank you for putting your trust in
me and above all thank you for telling me the truth.
Please excuse me. Ann stood up. She slowly walked up
the stairway.
As she closed the door she came to stand before the
window. Is it you that I feel around me Father. Is
your shadow that follows me around?
Yes... a voice spoke breaking the silence.