HIM (Part One Proulouge Of Crashing)

My voice is said to be as soft as the midnight sky in the late hour of the night, as the clocks strikes the haunting hour. And the moon is beginning to fade from the plastered deep blue sky, laced with stars and dieing planets. 1

Black hair with dripping blood highlights in it, threatened to spread across my face, like a wildfire murdering the innocent animals of the forest so calm and serene. 2

These teeth of mine are as sharp as daggers. But pearly white as the pages of a book, that has not yet been given a story to tell. Wrapped around them like a soft layer of3

snow in the chill of the winter.4

My eyes a midnight ice blue against the day. Like the waterfall cold and harsh 5

to swallow up the strongest swimmer, if to trust for only a second. 6

And when I glance up to give them only a second of my interest, their beady intent eyes are always watching and studying my every movement with curiosity. As if I am an animal or beast to which they have never saw in their entire pathetic lives. 7

The skin, my skin. Pale like the clouds that hung around the full moon in the midnight sky. Or white as a ghost if there is such a thing.8

I am the perfect person or should I say if I was supposing a person at all. Every girl wanted me for her boyfriend, and every guy wanted to be me. Though it has passed through my mind many times, I have not an answer to why they would want to have anything to do with me. And as for their kind, I am only drawn to one and one in particular.9

Why, was the question?10

Who was the real question?11

The answer to this is simple. A girl.12

To me, she was the most important thing worth worrying about in the world13

But to her, I was nothing but a toy that was now used for the only purpose she thought I was good for 14

Getting close to my brothers, and she did.15

Now she was going to throw me away like she did all the others, which fell into her trap of guilt and low self-esteem for her pitiful self. She thought that I would never know what hit me in the back of the head like a baseball bat. And that when she left, I would be so bewildered and heartbroken, that I wouldn’t even know which direction to go. I guess she might have been right… but not much. The one thing I knew she was wrong about was me. I didn’t know what direction to turn in, I didn’t know what I do to her when I found her, but I did know that she didn’t know the other side of me. The side I kept hidden for so long…………………16

But she was wrong, very wrong.17

She said that she was going out to run errands and would be back soon.18

But the thing was she never came back. 19