Pit.

I woke to a blinding light strapped to a table, the light burned my eyes. All I could see is white, then 3 tall people wearing black entered the room telling me that I was a evil being and I needed to be purged in order to live.
I tried to focus on their faces, but I couldn't see their faces (they had their hoods on). Even with the bright light their faces were hidden within the black abyss of their hoods.
They brought out a syringe, it had a gold liquid in it, I laid completely still not wanting to give them the satisfaction of my screams of pain. Then injected me with the gold liquid on my palm, which I thought was strange. It didn't hurt..not even when the needle pierced through my skin. I laid silently looking at the injection point. The wound caused by the needle had healed, but I suddenly felt...warm. The warmness spread from my palm to my arm to the rest of my body. It wasn't uncomfortable but it tingled. I continued to wonder what will happen when this gold liquid stopped spreading...will it hurt? I could feel it stop moving through my veins, I laid- frozen by fear of what was next. It seemed like I waited a very long time, then I suddenly felt cold- the gold liquid was freezing inside me and I couldn't help but smile because when asked if I would rather die in fire or ice I told them both, On one hand I would want the fire to burn me so it would be fast, and on the other hand I would want to perish in ice so my body will be perfectly preserved. The liquid slowly turned into ice within my body, it felt like a cold burning... and there I laid smiling and laughing to myself which made the black hooded figures upset and they injected my other palm with the same gold liquid a beautiful mixture of the fire and ice slowly destroyed me inside and I was left as a empty shell, smiling even in death.

Repeating the past.

The dream I had on Wednesday made me think, and laugh, it was a very strange dream but which of my dreams are ever normal? Tehe. That is why it has taken this long for me to write it down, cause I have been trying to break it down and see what it all means, and in the end I said screw it a dreams a dream, I will always have them, so I will just dream them and laugh at myself for thinking of such things subconsciously.





I was lying asleep in bed, I could see the sparkling and swirling of colors behind my closed eyelids, then I felt a sharp pain on my neck. I woke up to a snake biting me, striking me all over my neck, chest, arms, anywhere it could get to. My sister was in the distance laughing at it all. I didnt scream I grabbed the snakes head as it went to strike again, I tore its head off and went to my mother telling her that my sister tried to kill me with the snake, I gave her the snakes head as proof, my sister denied doing it and my mother believed her. I remember laying on the bed feeling the vemon move inside me, I had a fever and even though I was sweating I was freezing. The venom tore me apart inside and out, I didnt scream I just sat there and thought about things, *why did my sister do this to me?* I continuously thought, unable to come to a conclusion. Needless to say with so many bites, and so much venom. I died.

Then I opened my eyes, half expecting to be in hell, or where ever people go these days.

But unfortunatly I was still alive, just in another place. People called me by a diffrent name but this body that looked like mine responded to it.

In this new house I lived at, I kept having visions of a man hurting himself, he would cut himself, and he would bleed till he passed out, and each time I went to help him, he would fade into nothing. Then there were men who lived there with me, they had fangs and enjoyed the taste of human flesh. They wouldnt eat me for some odd reason, but I stayed with them and they protected me. One day the guys were out feeding, and I just got home when I saw that man sitting there hurting himself again, when it came to the part where I go to help him like always, I blinked, and I took his place in the chair where he sat hurting himself, there was this little voice in the back of my head saying "Silly girl...why must you always do what you are told?" it sighed and laughed as I looked down at the blood pouring from my wounds *I didnt do this to myself...this isnt real...it isnt real...* I kept thinking, but no matter how hard I thought I was imagining this, I kept bleeding, the voice in my head spoke again "We will always repeat the past...no matter what, your no exception..." I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I was awake.