User:Drake.b.mann

My... My name.. is Drake. I'll just say that Drake is not my real name. No one left alive knows my real name... Thats a good thing. I'll start this by telling you this I was never a normal child... At the first day of school in kindergarden I wore all black. They knew about me being goth.... I know a goth 5 year old... but anyway..... I got rocks thrown at me not just because I was goth I was athiest and My parents sent me to a religous school it wasent a christian school I was just the only kid there that wasent cathloic it was almost like the steven king book or movie children of the corn. But I was cast astray for all of elementary school. But the week before middle school started a new kid moved to town he was emo and I was still goth at the time but me and him became friends.. he was 666.. first he began to turn me emo.. and is still am kind of to this day.. then he turned me 666 he began to say there was someone following us.. i began to question him about his mental health... he said he was fine and he acted like it too so i figured that he was just trying to freak me out. But i felt like i was being watched. A very chilling feeling ran down my spine. I knew that we were being watched or followed or hell even both maybe. But I just dissmissed it as usual.. but later that night.. I still had that feeling.. only this time it was serious.. I knew for a fact that I was being watched. I stood up and said outloud "who's there." I stood there in silence for a minuite.

But later as I was crawling back into bed I heard a slight whisper "I'm here." I got my eyes wide as hell I could feel them getting huge.

"Who are you," I asked.

"You know who I am, I have been following you for the last 6 years," the voice responded.

Before I could respond I felt a cold hand on my shoulder " Let me in" I heard. Then I sensed a cold feeling going into me. I felt a horrible feeling of dread dispair and greif. But the thing was is that i wasent in control of myself anymore. I could only watch from the same eyes....... Whatever was inside me was evil and wanted to kill. It made me go downstairs into the kitchen and grab 2 knives. Then I was forced into the bathroom. I took one knife and cut a long smile into my face then I stabbed my eyes and removed them. But the thing is.. I could and can still see.. I took my moms sewing kit and began to sew the smile back togather. I enjoyed this acctually.. It felt good.. Pain feels good..... I went upstairs again and crawled into bed. The next day I woke up with my parents shaking me. I gripped the knife but pretended to still be asleep.

My mom said "Drake, Honey it's time for.."

I reach around grabbed her by the hair and slit her throat all in one motion. My dad came running at me crying like a little bitch... This kill was easy. I just simply waited for him to tackle me he began to throw punches at me. I reached up began to twist his neck and then I heard a "SNAP!!" I got up and walked out and then came back with another knife. I carved into the wall:   I MAY HAVE NO EYES BUT I'M STILL WATCHING YOU. I grabbed my mom's body and slit her wrist with blood still in it and rubbed her wrist on the writeing. It looked great in my "eyes" or eye sockets. I walked outside with two of the knives still in hand and headed into the woods. The last thing I remember about that place was the play srurcture standing there. I remebered so many memories there but I went over to the bbq grill, took out the gas tank and threw it there let it leak then threw matches onto it. No memories that are good are forever just the bad ones. Those are the ones I see. But always remember I may have no eyes but im still watching you