The Eternal Nightmare

I remember the smell of death, that hung so thick in the air that I was unable to breath with out gaging. The smell of death if you have never smelt such a stink before, is a sent that clings to everything it can grasp a hold of. It will seep into the depths of your mouth and twist its way down your throat, holding it in a vice like grip that makes you unable to breath. Intangles its self with the only clean air in your lungs and it is as if the death becomes you. Its all you smell. All you feel. And curled inside this smell of death was the stench of rotting flesh, slipped neatly between a tinge of blood and there you have the perfect smell to leave your stomach churning and throat tight. After breathing in this cocktail of disgusting flavored scents you start to wonder whats making the smell. Sitting in a dark warehouse, chained to a rushing pipe, you can only hope you're dreaming, and pray to God you don't become part of that smell next....

   I woke up in a haze of confusion and cold sweat, another dream. Just like that last one and the one before that. I still have no idea what it means. I'm in agony as I'm walking through the deserted streets. I know where I'm going and even though the pain gnawing at my insides is unbearable, I carry on. Bright light and then I'm standing in front of huge metal doors. I heave the huge doors open and bright light engulfs me once again.
  I splashed my face with cold water, in an attempt to wash away the thoughts of this dream. I always woke up before I can see whats behind those huge metal doors. Its been at least four years now that these dreams have cast them selves upon me and left me standing at those doors. I wished to know what these dreams meant. I wanted to know what was waiting for me behind those metal doors.
   The silence filled the room as I turned the tap off. When I could stand the empty space no longer, I turned the shower on, glad for its comforting back ground noise, I Quickly rang mum. The phone rang a number of times before going to voice mail, "Hey Mum, Its me. Errm I'm just thinking i might come down to see you at the weekend. I mean its been ages since I've seen you guys and I still have your Christmas presents to give you. Anyways I'm gonna go now. Can you ring or text when you get this. Thanks." I hung up and slowly undressed. It was unlike Mum to ever miss a call. And her phone must be on, as it rang. I stood for a while in the middle of the room considering why she didn't answer. I quickly decided that she probably had not heard the phone and would find my message soon enough.
   I stepped into the shower and let the water claim my body. I suddenly heard the creak of the bathroom door. I froze. A loud slam and a huge crack echoed through the house. I kept very still, the water still cascading down on me. I stared at the glass of the shower to afraid to shift my eyes. The glass slowly started shaking. It was a slow steady movement at first but then it grew and grew, it was as if the glass had turned to water. I slowly reached out to touch the glass but the minute my fingertip brushed the glass, It shattered and flew inwards. Shards of glass flew into my naked body. I screamed and fell to the bottom of the shower. When I dared to look up the water running down the plug hole was a deep red colour. I crawled out the shower and reached for my phone, as my fingers found it a sharp shock came flying off it and shot through my hand. I cried out in shock and pain.
  I cradled my bleeding hand against my blood covered body. That's when I saw the door. It hung half off its hinges leaning against the door frame, a huge crack ran like a scar up the middle of the door. I grabbed my phone and dialed 999. The phone rang once and then hung up by its self. I threw the phone against the checked tiles of the bathroom floor. I quickly got a huge pack of bandages out the cupboard and did my best to stop my cuts from bleeding. Most of the glass had only scratched me and the glass that was stuck into me I tore out and tightly wrapped bandages around the cut.
   In a matter of seconds the white bandages were stained red but I didn't care. As fast as I could I pulled some clothes on and ran out the bathroom. Picking up my phone and knocking the door down on the floor. As I was about to make a dash for the stairs something grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me back. I screamed and kicked the empty space behind me. The invisible force disappeared and I fell to the ground. I felt a huge gash in my side split open even wider. I pulled myself away and as I got to my feet broke into a run down the stairs. Something kicked me hard sending me flying down the stairs. I landed hard and felt all my bones rattle against one another as I hit the floor.
   I could hardly muster the energy to stand, I tried to get to my feet but everything was so hard to do. One single movement took twice as much effort as I use to. It was as if I was moving underwater. It hurt to breath. I think the hit of the forth step had broken a rib and the second step had given me a mild concussion.
   The sound of footsteps down the stairs, coming towards me, twisted my heart with fear. The only thought then was 'This is it. I'm going to die and there's nothing I can do about it' I made a final attempt to pick my poor excuse for a body up off the floor before falling back down. Helpless. In that moment as I lay bleeding out death on the floor, the heavy curtains were suddenly ripped down, bright light ate up the whole house. When my eyes began to focus to the light, I felt hands grip the sides of my body. This time it was more supporting me than pain, although my wounds did protest to being touched. The invisible force helped me across the cold wooden floor, to the huge window at the center of the house. I winced from the intensity of the light pouring through the huge windows. Everything outside was just white. No houses. No people. Nothing. Then from out the white something emerged. The metal doors from my dreams stood right outside my house.
   Even from just setting eyes on them, shivers spread up my spin and chilled my soul. The window suddenly cracked and the shattered pieces of glass flew out into the white abyss the world had become. The hands that held me up, pushed me forward. I knew what I had to do, but now? I was too scared. They pushed harder, a finger slipping under the bandages wrapped around my body. "NO!" I screamed. "Not yet! Please, I'm not ready to see. Just leave me be!" A salted finger slipped into the huge cut in my side and pulled the edges of the cut apart. I screamed in agony. I desperately tried to break free from the forces grip, but I had so little energy it was like an ant trying to free its self from underneath an elephants foot. In tears I felt my body give way and my feet slip from under me. "please," I whispered as metallic blood choked me.
   I slipped between places. The pain and hands left me and I drifted. It was strange as If I was floating but I had my eyes closed so I couldn't be sure. The next thing I remember was waking up in a blood soaked back seat of a car. My head was pounding and I was sure I had lost enough blood to fill a petrol station by now. As I slowly lifted my self up, making sure my arms could take the strain, my eyes went fuzzy and all I could see was the metal doors. A shiver brought me back to the car. A sudden sharp pain rushed through my side, I felt my face burn as some one walked past the car. When they had gone out of sight, I wondered why I hadn't asked for help, and did they seen the blood covered car seat?
   I got out the car, holding on to the car for support. My eyes flashed white before allowing me to see my surroundings. I suddenly realised I was out side mums house. My head hurt when I tried to think back to what had happened before I woke up... I was at my house, I rang mum and then... something happened. Something bad. and now I'm somehow outside my mothers front door.
   Ignoring the pain that was growing worse with every step, I forced myself up the driveway and to the front door. I knocked. As I waited for someone to open the door my eyes did a full sweep of the building. I had this awful feeling that something wasn't right. The plants that hugged the driveway were dying and the curtains were all drawn shut. I knocked again. Why wouldn't anyone answer the door? was this a joke? did anyone hear me knock? I knocked again, harder this time and this time I followed the knock with a shout 'Mum! Its me!' No reply.
    I could feel myself getting hotter and my skin felt like it was burning away, dripping off my bones. My side pulsed in pain and I dropped to my knees. I cried out for help but no one came. I lifted my top and saw the bandages dripping with rouge blood. I almost threw up. It wasn't the blood it was the fact I couldn't remember why I was bleeding or why i was here. after spitting out red slime over the drive, I looked up to see huge metal gates standing it the middle of the road.
    I couldn't remember much but one thing I could was that I should stay away from the gates. I slowly picked myself up and tried to limp away as fast as I could. But something stopped me dead in my tracks. a song. My blood ran cold out of my cuts. An old crackling joined sound of melodys. the type of song that seems suited to be played from a gramophone. A song that was played when I was a child.
     I turned to look at the gates. I wanted so badly to see what was behind them. I knew all the answers I wanted would be waiting for me behind those gates. I slowly edged closer to them. A familiar presence seemed to follow me. I shivered. The song grew louder as I got closer to the gates. As I reached the gates the music seemed to fade and a sudden emotion grasped my hand, filling my eyes with tears. I slowly ran my fingertips up the cold metal of the door, its rust nipping at my flesh. I slowly smiled. I was ready. I was finally ready for this. I gripped the freezing metal handles in my blood stained hands. I pulled hard on the doors and they glided open. A bright white light consumed me and my pain faded from my wreak of a body.
    
     I awoke to a thousand needles being pushed under my skin. I screamed and pulled my self away. It was pitch black and the only company I heard was a slowly dripping tap. my skin was soaking wet and I wasn't sure if it was sweat or blood. As I moved, my body tore into its self, my lungs screamed in pain as I inhaled. A disgusting smell had seeped into my mouth and left a bitter taste making my eyes water. Everything hurt and It was so difficult to move. I shifted my foot and was met by the sound of metal clanking against stone. I searched in the darkness for the source of the sound. I found a cold metal chain clasped around my ankle. I gasped, taking in more toxic air. I coughed it back out and tried to find the end of the chain.
   When in the dark against your will you realise what its truly like for blind people. With no sense of your surrounding you find your self jumping at the smallest things. You can only go on touch and sound. If something feels like stone you can't be sure it is but you also can't just check with your sight, as you have none.
   My hands found a huge pipe that ran up the wall. It was metal and possibly painted as something chipped off if you ran your fingers up the metal. the chain around my leg was bound to the pipe and also bound me to the room I was in. I sat slumped against the wall for God knows how long. I didn't know what to do. I was to afraid to shout, in case something in the dark disliked my cries for help. The smell had begun to take its tole and I was on the verge of throwing up. My whole body was burning in agony but I couldn't do a damn thing about it. My clothes were torn and tattered and my skin was coated in a think layer of blood. The constant drip of the tap was driving me crazy and the echo of the sound made me think I was in a huge empty room.
     As I argued about the room size in my head a whisper of a cough made me jump. I waited for a few seconds in the dark. After a while I started to think maybe I had coughed and not realised I had. Then out of the silence, another quiet cough. I was quick to act and coughed back. My cough had not meant to be loud but the smell choked it out of me. There was a few minutes silence when I was beginning to think I had imaged the cough a small voice cut through the silence. 'hello, is there anyone else in here?' A croaky yet familiar voice said. 'yes!' I coughed. I heard the slight sound of weeping. 'thank God' the voice choked through gulps of air. Although it hurt to talk, this person sounded like they needed help and I wasn't exactly doing okay either.
    We Talked for what must have been two hours or so, he told me he was in alot of pain and he couldn't move his body anymore. I asked how he had got here and just like me, he had no idea. The world seemed a blur to both of us. A sudden crash put our conversation to a halt. We waited in the dark silence. I felt my stomach churn and sickness spread through me. A click and then a buzzing. I slid up the wall, getting to my feet, my head was spinning and my stomach felt like it was being ripped apart. The buzzing got louder and louder. There was a cry of pain from out of the darkness. I screamed, my heart felt like it had burst open through my chest and was pouring my soul onto the stone below me. Silence.
    A sudden cry made my quivering body jump. 'I love you!' and then there was silence. My heart felt like it had been stamped on and cut open. A was crying floods of red tears. The lights snapped on. A white light engulfed me and made me drop to my knees. My bleeding heart thumping against my broken ribs. I tried to look through the light. I was in a warehouse. A huge warehouse. Then next thing I noticed was things hanging from the rusting iron beams that ran across the building. Then I realised what was hanging from the celling. I coughed up a vile mix of blood, spit and bail. I know understood why mums phone had not been answered and why no one was at the family house. The answer if your wondering was hanging a feet above my head on a thick rope, covered in blood. And now you also know what the smell was.
   The last thing I noticed was a body in the center of the warehouse. familiar blond hair stained with blood. Two beautifully still blue eyes stared at me. I stood for so long looking at him, lying in a pool of crimson blood. For what had been an two hours or so, I had been talking to him. I never once realised. I never even asked his name. If I had, maybe I would have realised. I did wonder why his voice was familiar.
   The last thing I did was crawl to his limp body and embrace him in my bloody arms. I cried into his blood soaked hair and kissed his dry, pale lips. The presence was behind me again. 'so its my time now!' I shouted. 'I'm not scared, I mean what have I got left now, you took everything and left me like this.' My heart surged, I screamed. I got to my feet. My chain clashed against the stone sending out magnesium sparks. 'I'm ready!' I growled. 'hit me! kill me! like you killed them!' I looked down at my lost lover. 'I love you too' I whispered.
     A huge force, hit into me. It was like a train crashing into me. It snapped my body with one hit and sent me flying into a hard metal wall. My body fell to the floor, twisted and broken like that of a rag doll. Hand outstretched towards the young man who lay in the middle of the floor. Among the shattered insides of my body, if you dig beneath the pieces of bone that slice up out of my flesh, past the blood gushing out of my now ripped open wounds, nestled between a pair of worn out punctured lungs, you will find a broken heart. The impact of wall or the presence didn't get me before the death of a lover in the dark did. My heart bled for him as I lay entwined in the chaos of this life...
PandaPooh
     xXx

The new improved tale of Christmas

Christmas holidays are here and you know what that means!! Alcohol, party's and sex! yes that's right the teens of our society are doing that at this very moment. So if every second a baby is born, in every two seconds a drunk student throws up. Merry Fucking Christmas! But for some people Christmas holidays can be seen as more of a depressing time. With all these late night party's going on, at least one person is going to feel the full wrath of other peoples Christmas spirits. 'But how can Christmas be bad!' I hear you cry. You want an example of how Christmas can be bad! then sit back, grab a mince pie and let me tell you a story of when a good Christmas goes bad!...

  Once upon a time there was a handsome young collage student called Tristan. He wasn't feeling in the Christmas mood at all and he was going through difficult times. Not even the thought of making ginger bread houses with his brother seemed to put a smile on his face. His friends noticed that he was down and decided why not have a party! Tristan was of course very happy, one because he knew he was going to get totally wasted and second because he hadn't been to on in over two days!
   So that frosty Christmas holiday night the gang set off on their adventures. Everything was going great. There was alcohol, everyone was laughing and Tristan was happy. The gang decided to go back to one of the other peoples houses as the mother of the boys house they were at had started getting edgy about having 5 drunk and rowdy male students, and 4 innocent young girls in her house, and she couldn't sleep because of the sound of one member of the gang throwing up all the time.
   So the adventure continued. Down the street, past the spar and up the road to one of the girls houses. Although Tristan was having fun, singing drunk versions of I whip my hair in the middle of town, something had started to change. It seemed like one of the guys had started ignoring him and by the time they had got to the second house and were having more drink, nearly all of them had stopped noticing he was there. Very soon Tristan was reduced to sitting in a corner as the others talked on about past memories and excluded him from all conversation.
   Of course Tristan was getting pretty fed up with all this and he found himself drifting back into the arms of depression. He plucked up some courage and spoke up. Making a witty and very funny joke about a statement one of the girls had said but as if like they were to stupid to understand they looked at him with eye brows raised. To save him self from loneliness he decided to text someone and found his fingers texting to his ex. He got up and walked out the room. They gang were so wrapped up in their own little world they didn't even see him leave the room.
    Once he was on his own, he started to get worried. Hoping that they would come in and welcome him back but no luck. After a half hour of texting and switching between rooms, he rang his ex. He told her the whole story of his Christmas nightmare and how he wished it would end. Of course she tried to cheer him up and make him smile his cute smile, which she missed so much. Although he was drunk and she was extremely tired and talked no sense he found himself feeling slightly happier. After an hour or two on the phone he bid her Goodnight and rejoined the gang.
   When he walked back in he found that they had all passed out naked on the floor. He threw up when he saw how disgusting their bodies were, he wondered how any parent could possibly live with a child that was that messed up on the outside and inside. He couldn't even tell which were the girls and which were guys. Tristan really wanted to go home but instead he curled up under a bed as far away as possible from the pile of naked bodies and went to sleep.
   In the morning he got out the house as soon as he could and ran away to the bus stop, for a quick get away. Once he was home, he though he could forget about his horrific night and just relax. He had a nice hot bath to rid of the stench of last night. After his bath he smelt amazing, just like he usually does and he decided to go on the laptop.
   The minute he logged on to Facebook he was met by a million messages from his so called 'friends'. These messaged consisted of lies and abuse. One of the girls started talking to him on msn and started making up lies of how he had called them cunts. Well Tristan was outraged! He had not only not called them cunts but he also had a witness to this, his ex who he had been on the phone to! The lies didn't stop there but the sluttiest girl called him a prick for calling them cunts and that they hadn't been ignoring him. Tristan fought back with sharp witted come backs and the power of the truth, but it was impossible for one guy to take on an army of sluts and fags no matter now amazing he is.
   The day slowly faded and so did the cleverness of Tristan's 'friends' arguments. They repeated the same thing against his many valid arguments and called him childish for standing up for himself. Tristan decided enough was enough so he told them to fuck off. They all had turned their backs on him so why the hell shouldn't he turn his back on them!
   This situation made something rise within him and claw at his insides. He started to wish he was dead....


   This is prime example of how Christmas can go bad but! at Christmas there is 'magic' in the air and with it it brings hope. No one is allowed to feel sad on Christmas! Its a rule that Santa himself made up and with it he hired ninjas to spread the Christmas spirit.

   Tristan was just about to turn the laptop off and give up all hope when suddenly he got a message from a ninja! who was in fact his ex! Tristan decided to stay on a little longer to see what she had to say. When he told her he wanted to die, her ninja powers took action and she first tried to make him laugh but this didn't work... She went through every happiness procedure in the Christmas ninja guide book but nothing seemed to work. so tired and frustrated she took off her ninja mask and spoke from her true self. And what do you know, it worked!
     She used her Ninja powers to find him some new friends for collage and showered him in a hundred billion Internets. And very soon he was making a ginger bread house with his brother. Now that's what I call a very merry Christmas.

Tristan is actually the most amazing person you could ever meet! These people in the story are total pricks that don't know what perfect is even if he's sat drinking with them. You can't be sad at Christmas and sluts and fags are nothing to get upset over. And in the words of Bob Marley, every little thing is gonna be alright.

And as our story concludes the fitting end to such a tale can only be!...
'They all lived happily ever after and Tristan was the winnrar!
 PandaPooh
     xXx

Weeping Willow

The sun gently touched the hard ground, giving it a loving golden glow. The snow that had fallen in the cold night had wrapped the world in its icy grasp and frozen the heart of the world into a faded beat. Trees slept naked and cold under white blankets. Frozen tear drops clung to the weeping street lamps, who silently begged for the night to return. Confused birds started helplessly at frozen lakes, claimed by the weathers icy wrath. The sun rise bathed the sky in deep pinks and red. The backdrop for a lone figure standing by a dying tree, clutching a bunch of wilted yellow flowers.    In his heart he knew it was over and just like the trees drop their leaves he must drop her from his heart. He leaned against the rough skin of the tree, feeling it groan under his weight. How could forget her skin on his? her warmth next to him? the way he loved her? The list went on taking away more hope as it went. As far as he could see there was no light waiting for him. Nothing to revive his broken heart. No hope left. Only a bittersweet existence trapped in a life he no longer wanted.
   This young body was ready to rest. To lie in the frozen earth, hidden from the living. The aching grew in his bones and made him fall to his knees before the tree. The cold setting in his blood and winding its way to his shattered heart. He wanted to scream for help but saw no point. He welcomed death as he fell into its cloaked arms. His body fading into the dirt. Silent once more.
     The sun rose into the sky, scattering glitter on the snowy ground and making beads of sweat appear on snowmen faces. The world was now awake. A couple slowly walked through the glistening snow, holding hands and gently bumping into each other now and then. They stopped by the tree, staring at the small faded golden plaque nailed into its think skin. The man read aloud 'The lone lover who lost his love to another, rests under this tree' The woman when as white as the snow and pulled him on. 'Lets go' she whispered 'Its freezing out here' The man took on last look at the tree and slowly walked on.
   Twilight fell onto the land, hiding the sun for the night. A light wind picked up and a gentle dusting of snow drifted from the dimming sky. A dying tree stood alone. A golden plaque nailed through its heart, encrypted with its soul and a bunch of wilted yellow flowers hung from its arms. lightly swaying in the wind.
PandaPooh
     xXx

Condemned by law?

I now this doesn't follow my usual pattern of random stories and poems but It just has to be said! I'm afraid if your reading this you are going to be subject to one of my rants. And the even worse thing is that this rant is about the Government! Sorry once again but I can't stand for this injustice!

    I am sickened to keep hearing this news of the utter betrayal of Nick Clegg against the young generation. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! This man before he came into power promised that university fees would not go up. Its clear to see that Nick Clegg is but a lap dog of David Cameron now, as he agreed to the uni fees increasing to a staggering height.
   I hoped that after the recent violent rioting he would see sense and disagree, keeping his pre-election promises, but none prevailed. seeming almost blinded by power he shook off the shouts of 'Judus' from outside his window and carried on pushing the knife into the pockets of young adults. taking back what you say could be seen as weakness but in this case I'm sure many people would see it as a light in this darkness. If Clegg took back his agreement, sure it wouldn't just be that everyone loved him again. People will hate him but not as much as they hate him now. He could be know as the guy that held further education over the cliff, or the guy that threw further education into the murky waters never to be seen again for most un-rich hard working adolescents.
    It seems to me that is so called 'coalition' government is just all the same now! Nick Clegg has become on of them, you can paint it anyway but its all just Tory in that place now. Its almost as if the government is part of a horror movie where of course David Cameron would be the psychotic deranged ring leader of the horrors and Clegg mealy a pet, a monster of Cameron's making. But this film wouldn't scare the young children in the audience but the young adults with empty pockets.
     Its not just this stupidly pointless university fee's thing that's annoying me. Its the whole friggin' system! Its unjust and is making the rich richer and the poor poorer. The young adults we need to replace the people of an older generation are going to be in debt right after uni! Its your own doing if your sick and need a qualified doctor because there won't be any! and it serves you right for doing all of this. Your killing the country, bringing it to its knees and slicing its neck open. Letting its raging stream of cash flow into your open arms.
   I hear now that EMA is being cut! why? tell me that! is the future generation that unimportant that your cutting survival off for them? We need that money! how are people doing collage courses going to earn money when they have no time for a job? Its not like they can ask for money from their parents who don't earn a thing but benefits! You say that you know what your doing is for the best, but your lying! How can you stand there in your posh houses with wads of cash piled high and tell me, you know what were going through! Your not the one who has to survive on on less than £90 a week. whats the answer? Starve to death? Oh yes if you don't eat for the next three years you might just be able to pay half of your uni fees. You know what! Fuck you! I'm not going to stand here and watch you kill us all! You know NOTHING! about the way most of your country live all you see is rich people and disposable lives! I may be be poor and you would probably say stupid as well but you know what! I can't be that stupid because I can see that your running this country into the ground!
   Ohhh and that reminds me about this thing about school education changing. Are you serious? are you actually joking me? Giving kids one huge test instead of small ones is a fucking ridiculous idea! No one can learn all of the GCSE syllabus for one exam it's impossible! Its bad enough that the rules of the English GCSE has changed but this would kill you exam results once and for all. The reason your doing this is because GCSE results aren't up to scratch, you said. Do you really think that one massively long exam with all the work for two years crammed into it is going to give you better results than separate exams for separate sections of the syllabus? If your answer to that is yes then I recommend you go back to school and try that for your self.
   This government makes me sick! I reckon most people could do a better job than you and most of those people would POOR PEOPLE! you know just because someone doesn't have that much money doesn't mean there not smart. I recommend you go see some of the people's lives your going to destroy before you take the final blow of upping fees, cutting EMA and totally obliterating education for future generations. You might just see that some of the people you have condemned actually would do well in life if you gave them a chance.
    anyways I've wasted enough breath about this issue. Heed my words carefully or face the whole country's uproar. I definitely wouldn't be one of the people sticking up for you. if you make the bed then you lie in it. Finally Nick Clegg your not in control no matter what he told you, you have about as much power as a sheep in a wolf's mouth, I'm afraid its too late to save your self now, but please don't make us pay for your mistakes. David Cameron. In plain I hate you. I think your a vile, unpleasant man who needs to learn about the modern age. If I ever had the unfortunately to meet you, I just could not refrain from slapping your disgusting face. I would hope it might give you a bit of sense, as its clear you don't have any of that at the moment. As for the people who are fighting against the government I raise my hat to you, don't give up what your fighting for. Fight for yourselves, the ones to scared to fight, fight for every injustice that they will bring down upon us, and fight for the children that are yet to enter this unfair world and feel its fire burn them. we shall yet be pushed aside for them to clam our money and lives. stand tall and hate, and do what you will with your hatred. They deserve what they get!

Dead girl walking

     I walked through the pitch black streets. Scared and alone. I wouldn't have minded if I had been with my friends still, but they had left me for the 10:30 bus home. I was left to wander the streets and wait in the cold for my taxi to come. There was heavy traffic to the city. The gruff voice of the cabbie had told me that I would be at least three quarts of an hour, till he would arrive in the car park.
    The bitter cold winds of the city twisted around me and nipped at my skin. I shivered and pulled my jacket around me tighter. I sat on the freezing wooden body of the city square bench. Drunken cheers of the rabble in the bar seeped from the cracks in the bright red door. I hoped none of them came out the pub while I was here. I planed a quick escape in case I did find myself in that Position.
   My eyes searched the buildings around me. A Gregg's was slowly shutting up for the night. The bars of the city alive with empty souls, drowning their troubles and sorrows in the bitter taste of alcohol. The high street shops filled with darkness now. Haunted by the memories of a busy day.
    A sudden bang woke me from my daydream, five drunk men staggered out the door way of the pub. I gripped the cold bench, my finger nails digging into the wood. They won't look at me, They won't even notice me, I told myself. I kept my head down and avoided the blurry eyes of the drunk men. The sound of their slurred voices got louder and their footsteps began to advance on me. I opened my eyes wide and quickly wiped my phone out.
     "Oh hey Mum, you're round the corner? Ah great! I'll just come round and see you now then." I said calmly into the unanswering phone. I got up and started walking away and out the corner of my eye I saw the men making their way in the other direction. When I was out of ear shot, I snapped my phone shut and shoved it in my pocket. My heart beat was racing, what if I hadn't though of that? I asked myself. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I did think of it and I'm fine, I reassures myself unconvincingly.
     I turned the corner and passed two homeless people, I hid in the shadows and went past unnoticed. so many people on the city streets were dangerous at this time of night. The clock in the middle of town chimed eleven times. I would make my way to the car park now and if he wasn't there I could wait. It was cold and the car park was isolated, which worried me. If someone screamed there no one would hear. would anyone even care? and even if someone did hear they would mistake it for a drug crazed scream or an alcohol filled cry. I realised this was the stupidest Idea I had had in a long time! I should have got on the 10:40 train home. The though of another unsteady train journey through the darkness had put me off. I hated trains, I don't know what it was about them but they just put me on edge. Big metal beasts that crashed along electric rails was never an attractive way to travel in my eyes.
    As I walked onto the darker back streets a shout from a group of chavs made my skin crawl. I shuddered. I didn't want to walk past them but what option did I have? there was no way I could go another way and I was so close to the car park now.
      A middle aged woman walked out of a house in the street, and said goodbye to what I'm guessing was a friend. I could only catch the woman say she would be okay and bid farewell to the hidden woman in the doorway. She walked fast up the road keeping her head down and passed the chavs silently and unnoticed. I followed her lead and sped up so I was following close behind. I felt better with another person walking near me. The chavs didn't look twice at us and I couldn't help but smile. I was nearly at the car park and I had managed to get through everything.
       The woman turned a corner. My heart sunk. The confidence I had gained from her almost guiding my way drifted from me and was lost in the wind. No! I cursed in my head as I carried straight on past the turning she had taken. I saw a pub with welcoming bright lights in the window another gang had claimed the steps of the pub. I turned my eyes to the ground and shivered again. I wished that the woman was still walking in front of me. I breathed slowly and silently walked past them. They completely ignored me and carried on with their pointless chatter. I allowed my self a small sigh of relief as I slowed my pace a little.
     Suddenly a sharp pain rung through my body and I felt something warm run down my back in a waterfall. I cried out in pain and then lost all the air in my lungs. I felt the pain come in waves and suddenly something else dug into me in my side this time. I screamed in pain but I could find no air to force it out with. The pain twisted inside and brought me to my knees. It pushed deeper scrapping against my ribs and ripping apart my lungs. The thing left me and warm liquid ran in hot streams down my back.

The moral is never judge a book by its cover, and always suspect the unsuspected.
PandaPooh
      xXx

Smile..

RUN!! Please run!' she screamed. she scratched at the walls till her fingers bleed. The girl in the middle of the room wouldn't listen, soon she would understand.
     We stood united after death. We all looked the same, we had all suffered the same pain. The same pain which this girl would have to endure too. He had carved a smile into our faces. He wanted us to be happy when we died. Took our eyes so we couldn't see what he did to us. But we could feel it. They had tried to warn me. I didn't listen and look where that got me. I was hard not to feel sorry for that girl. As she walked out the room with him, she didn't know what we knew yet. He was the last to leave the room. The last thing he does is Look back at us, smiling. A smile that says, soon she'll be with you, soon she'll know. A smile that says 'I win'...




'I died here' He whispered.
'what?' A blond haired woman turned around in the passenger seat and stared at the little boy with shocked eyes. 'There in that field I died there' He said softly, a tear slipping down his pale face.
'No honey that can't be true,' she said glancing at her husband who gave her a worried look. 'You didn't die there because you're here with me and your daddy aren't you?' her warm voice tinted with concern.
His cold light blue eyes moved from the car window. 'You don't understand and I guess you never will,' he hissed through his teeth. Eyes filled with disgust and hate for her, he slowly looked out the window again. She looked at her husband again but this time he dropped his eyes. Silence filled the car. Screaming over the sound of the cars, speeding down the road near them.
   'Right!' the young man in the drivers seat said. 'we had better get your case out the boot,' he said to his wife and got out the car, walking round to open the boot. The woman swept out the car. Her long golden hair lifting in the breeze. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself and went to her husband. 'What was he talking about?' she whispered, her breath becoming white smoke in the air. 'I don't know Vicky, probably just trying to spook us hahaa I'm sure he'll be fine, this your first time saying over at my house, just enjoy yourself. I think you need to smile more!' He chuckled taking her hand.
'But Mark! what if..' Vicky started.
'It will be fine. smile' He laughed and squeezed her hand. She smiled and squeezed back. Underneath the smile she was worried, and from the pit of her stomach she had a bad feeling about all of this.
      'Do you big strong men want some lunch?' Vicky laughed.
'mmm sounds amazing honey,' Mark beamed kissing her as he came into the kitchen. Icy cold blue eyes watched them. Vicky looked into them guiltily.
          She didn't feel right to be here with her husbands kid. She has never even meet his child before! She knew it sounded weird. Her and Mark had had a secret wedding. He didn't want to force a new Mum on to Toby his child, but had wanted to get married. It was weird, she didn't know why she had agreed to marry him with out seeing his kid first. She would like to think that she would still have married him but Toby had taken a very big dislike to Vicky and seemed to try everything to come between her and Mark.




'Toby?' she whispered quietly entering her room. 'what are you doing in here with the light off?' She flicked the switch on. She gasped with horror. The room was covered in blood written messages. 'LEAVE NOW' 'GO NOW....WHILE YOU STILL CAN' 'BEFORE ITS TOO LATE' 'RUN!' Vicky was terrified and dropped to the floor unconscious.
  'Vicky? Vicky? are you okay?' Mark's voice swirled behind a cloudy face.
'what happened?' She murmured.
'oh Vicky, I came up here and you had passed out!' he cried. The memory of what she had seen before she had collapsed rushed to meet her. The smoke that had tainted her view cleared but the face was not that of Marks that she saw, it was a woman. Her eyes had been gouged out leaving black empty holes. Her mouth slit open at the sides. Her skin was stained in blood. 'ARRRGGHHHH!!!' Vicky screamed getting to her feet and backing against the wall. 'whats wrong,' the woman whispered with Mark's voice.
Vicky screamed again and closed her eyes tightly, sinking to the floor. She curled up into a ball and rocked herself. Hands over her eyes. 'Vicky! It's okay. Its me Vic's!' Mark comforted her. She slowly peered over the top of her sweating hands. She was meet by her husbands face. She gave a sigh of relief, bursting into tears and then collapsed into his arms. 'shh,' Mark whispered softly. 'Its okay now.' He gently rubbed her back, cuddling her tightly and softly kissing her head. 'its okay,' He repeated looking at Toby who half smiled back a him.
   She didn't recall much of the events after that. She was scared and confused. Mark made her a hot cup of tea and cuddled her on the sofa. She must have fallen asleep with him. She couldn't remember drifting off but she must have done because she one minute she was next to her Husband then next she's running for her life in a nightmare.

    she was on the sofa with Mark. Toby walked in and glared at her with hate filled eyes. 'Its time,' He whispered softly. The white walls of the room suddenly seemed to dance with a vile green colour. 'What?' Vicky said in a confused tone.
'Its time,' Toby repeated but this time a little louder. Vicky stared at him searching his face for answers. 'Its time!' Toby said even louder now.
'Stop it Toby, just stop it!' Vicky shouted at him, getting off the sofa clutching at her golden hair. 'Tell him to stop Mark!' She pleaded at Mark as Toby started chanting the words over ad over again.
   Mark looked up into his wife's eyes. She drew back in horror. his mouth was twisted into a smile showing his pure white sharpened teeth. His eyes wide and fixed on her. He looked at her with a lustful hunger. 'But its time,' Mark sang letting the words slip off his tongue. Lingering in the air in the room. 'Its time,' Mark and Toby Began chanting, getting louder and louder.
   Vicky backed away from the sofa. Switching her eyes between Mark and Toby. They weren't the people they were before. Their eyes had been swallowed up by darkness. All feeling and human emotion gone and just huge black holes in there place, that threatened to suck your soul dry. The were advancing getting closer and closer. She couldn't move she was too scared...
  
    Vicky never woke up, then again was she even asleep in the first place. I don't expect you to know what was running through her mind when she was slaughtered. The main thing was, she thought she would fight back. She had imagined things like that happening and when ever she imagined them she always fought back. She knows now that when someones hand is caressed around her throat, or when her so called husband is feeding off her blood, its not like she had imagined it. When she looked into the eyes of death she couldn't run, shout, move, she was paralysed with fear. I would like to say that she died a painless death, but I can't. I could lie and say that she fought a good fight.
I could lie and say she didn't scream.
at least I can say she died with a smile on her face....
LittlePandaa
     xXx

Humanity's Mistake

We all sit together and hide our pain
under masks that cloak our face
though prying eyes dare peek inside
to find the sins that we try to hide

I found my way with bleeding eyes
burnt by the the filth the world did rise
I can't bear to look at what has become
so we go blind ourselves with drugs and rum

We pray that death will find its way
before a knife may fast lay
inside our souls and make us bleed
as pitilessly cry for their own need

Wrapped up in ourselves, that's our mistake
so that we self indulge until we break
every ounce of respect that we once had
that now lays in the gutter, so very sad

I see that this world is not fit for me
and lower class people around me I see
So I will take my exit from this mixed up stage
until humanity starts over on a brand new page...
LittlePanda
     xXx