| People believe in what they want to believe. Their reality bounded by what they know. | |
| Along with such, the illusions of their reality are usually lies, but the ones who don't believe anything live in a horrid world of hurt that they can't escape. | |
| Thinking back on it now though, weren't the people who believed in things that didn't really exist just hurting and deceiving themselves? Maybe we, who didn't believe in anything, were simply in pain because we saw the world as it really was? | |
| I opened my eyes and willed my mind to stop pondering on. The ceilling above me twinkled its faded white stary-sky wallpaper... | |
| Groaning, I rolled out of bed. Coffee, I thought. That's what I needed...a little caffeine to wake me up. It may not help with the headache..but nothing ever helped the headaches brought on by spell casting. | |
| I groan, rubbing my temples and stumbling into the kitchen anyway. I run my fingers through my auburn curls and start the coffee, sighing. A knock resounds in the house as someone knocks on the door, more than likely a salesman, but I answer it anyway. In front of me I see... | |
| Nothing. I frown in consternation at the porch in front of me, then step back to close the door again. "Strange, isn't it?" said a voice from behind me. I spun around, heart beating frantically, to see a man shrouded by a black clock. I couldn't see his face, but his pale, long fingered hands were visible. | |
| I gulp, fear arising in me. He looked eerily familiar, like a nightmare that I had been running from as long as history went back. I blink, hoping he's an illusion, but he's still there when my eyes reopen. I back up, leaning tensely on the door. | |
| Mustering up my sudden fear I grasped the door knob and looked him in the eye. "Where are your manners?" "Seeing that you have none, you may now go" I swung the door open and gave a little wave of my hand. My heart was pounding, I could'nt belive I just did all that but as I already did I wasn't going to give up now. | |
| He walks closer to me, closing the door behind me and leaving me trapped. "You know who I am, don't you?" "I- no, I haven't the slightest idea," I whisper hoarsely, my heart beating quickly. "Liar!" he says, a slight smile lighting on his lips. | |
| "Oh, it's you again. You keep watching me? Your in my dreams at night. You shadow me where ever I go! How did you find me here? You are cleaver to knock and get me to answer the door for you." calmly spoken as I stared straight into his eyes. | |
| Quick as I can, I whip out the largest, evilest, most destructive spell in my mental library and hurl it at the man in the black cloak. Five more spells of destruction follow, tearing holes through the walls and bringing my house down in pieces around me. As the smoke and dust settles, | |
| I see him, still right in front of me, grinning snidely. "Aw... sill have power I see, honestly, spells can' destroy the heart girly." | |
| (Too many errors in that last line, I'm re-typin it...) I see him, still right in front of me, grinning snidely. Aw... still have power I see, honestly, spells can't destroy that heart, girly." | |
| My voice box felt like it fell down my throat. Well, that didn't work now what?! Maybe running like hell would be the best option right now. | |
Maybe... | |
| just maybe... I could try something else. I back away slowly, my heart pounding faster and faster as he shadows my steps. "Don't think you can escape me again," he says and he reaches out to | |
| nonchalantly brush the white ash off his coat | |
| I stare at him while he does so. "Try as you will but there's no esaping at all." he said. I hoped he would go away soon but I knew he would'nt. | |
| he sighed and said: |
Maybe...