Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25658619-20141111014205

I, myself, have always lived here.

My name is Piper Bromlin.

My parents used to milk the cows, while I got to shear the sheep and pick the eggs. Many friendly people came around there, complimenting us on our animals, or buying some of our crops. So many nice people came around. The summers were nice and hot, while the winters were cold. I remember drinking apple cider when the holidays came around, and eating some fresh pumpkin pie, a favorite of mine, during summer. My life was perfect there, until 'he' showed up.

'He' claimed himself as Arken Sheppard, and, to me at least, there was something off about him. Maybe it was just the way he walked, looking like he was about to walk up and strangle a child; or maybe it was the fact that he wore a completely black cloak, so I couldn't  even see his face.

When I told my mother about how there is something wrong with Arken, she laughed and replied "He's just here to look around and buy some crops Piper,  Everything is fine."

But there was nothing fine after tonight. Nothing would ever be fine for me again.

The next few days Arken kept coming back; which is especially unusual, because most people only come here or twice a month. I tried talking to him a few times, but every time I did, he responded with a very unusual voice, with words that make it even creepier. He kept saying things like "Don't worry young child", "It's all fine for now", or "Forever for all, and never for many, Cherish life while you have it, Piper." Oh how that scared me.

The latter was the most creepy for me.

It started raining quite hard tonight, so my parents had offered this 'Arken' fellow to stay at our place for the night, until the storm passed.

It was the worst mistake they could have possibly made.

And the final one too.

I was sleeping, and I heard a few strange noises. The pounding and oozing sound of footsteps in the mud, and the thumps of the rain, soaking into the ground. Thinking the noises were just from some of the barn-animals, I attempted to fall asleep again. I kept hearing the noises,but I foolishly ignored them.

For a split second, everything was quiet.

Then the screams arose from the silence.

I finally got up, and put on my slippers. I walked silently to the barn, to check on Arken.

What I saw at the end of his muddy tracks, was the most horrifying thing I could ever see.

Arken had snuck out of the barn, and slaughtered all the farm-animals in their pastures. But that was nowhere near the horrifying part.

I followed his moist footprints out in the rain, until they stopped at my parents' side of the farm-house.

That's where the horrifying part occurred.

There, in the bed, was the corpses of my now late parents, lying there, covered in blood, with the sheets soaked in it.

And there was Arken, trying to climb out of the window before I found him, but to no avail. I reached for the spare handgun my parents have hidden under the pillows, and shot Arken a good amount of times. He didn't seem to be affected by the lead bullets,but I stood too close to him, and with the same blood-covered knife he used to murder my poor parents, he both stabbed me in the eye and completely cut my mouth. While I was on my knees, screaming out in agony over my eye and mouth, Arken climbed out of the window and walked up to me.

I looked over to where he was, and he pulled off the hood of his cloak. He had black hair, and the creepiest red eyes I've ever seen.

He started to cut my right hand with a glass shard, engraving a strange symbol in my skin. "I have claimed you now. You are forever mine." He looked me in the eye, and whispered  "Forever for few, and never for many. You are lucky  little girl once again, for I shall not kill you as I have your parents.You are different Piper, special even, Enjoy life while you have it." Then he crawled out the window, and I haven't seen him since.

And that's how it all started.

And I shall never 'Enjoy it'.

I ran after him a for a while, but I eventually gave up after slipping in the mud repeatedly, and to wipe off all the blood pouring out of my eye and cheeks.

I stayed alone at the farm for a while, trying to keep myself from going mad. The cops eventually came, and I told them the whole story. They looked through their records, and told me Arken Sheppard never has existed. They told me I probably imagined him, but they kept looking through records in a poor attempt to find out who 'really' did it.

The police have taken me to a hospital to get stitches on my eye, and on my mouth, and helped me regain blood after I lost so much from the 'incident'. Practically dying, I attempted to tell the nurse the story, but she only kept saying "You need rest."

By the time they finally let me check out of the hospital, I have gone completely insane with grief.

I un-did some of the stitches on my mouth, leaving me free to talk to people again. I put a piece of cloth over my wounded eye,and sewed it onto my skin, not feeling pain in my act of madness. I grabbed a scythe, with a very nice curve to the blade, perfect for beheading anybody who passes by. I broke off some good 2 or 3 feet from the handle, so it would be easier to carry around and hide from police. I started wearing a pure dark-brown sweater, with matching pants, and whenever they got ripped or torn,  I would sew scraps of spare cloth on them.

I started to just roam around pumpkin patches, brutally decapitating anybody, regardless of their looks.

I look like a living scarecrow.

One day I shall kill Arken.

And to this day, I still wander the Earth, searching for the one who has killed my beloved parents, beheading any passerby, stealing whatever resources they have for me to use myself.

All I mutter to them in their finally agonizing moments is "Forever more." 