Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26191756-20150311034549

So, you know how when you're a kid, you always have the time to think about who you wanna be when you grow up? Some say a superhero or a princess or even a fairy. However, as you grow up, your choices begins to change to something more realistic. You think about being a veterinarian or a doctor, or even a scientist. But then there's the point in your life when the choices you make don't usually lead up to your dream job...

You wake up in your bed and turn the tv. There's news of a woman who was brutally tortured to death by barbed wires pulling out her apendages and her limbs, and a plastic bag over her head to finish her off. You shudder as they show the results of her remains. You notice there is a heart carved into her cheek with an arrow cracking it. It was odd as you see it looks like the heart you always drew in high school. The people on the tv then show a picture of the woman. You recognize her. She was your best friend that you had a crush on at one point. You hated her when she turned you down. The way she crushed the letters you made for her, a card with an arrow shooting through a heart. You wished she was dead. Now, your wish came true, however, you feel a load of guilt weighing upon your shoulders and tugging on your own heart. You mourn for a few days...

On a fine day, you wake up and turn on the tv again. Still no job, no interviews. You turn to the news and see another victim murdered by the same method. They show a picture and you see it was another person you recognize. A bully who used to rip up your drawings of the heart pictures. He never truly appreciated emotions as the only emotions he showed off were pleasure and anger. The same bully who stole your girlfriend, fucked her right in front of you in your own room, and shot her with a 12 gauge shotgun in the head, splitting her head open and having her brains splattering all over the walls of your room. You were mourning over her death for months before finally forgetting. You see the moment coming back as you looked at his remains on the tv. You pause on the picture and grin, laughing uncontrollably, unable to believe he was finally gone. Someone out there was making your wishes come to life. All of them death wishes. You go to bed a happy man that night.

The next morning... you wake up beside a mangled body. The body covered with barbed wires and a plastic bag over the head. You sit up and remove the bag from the body and see it was you. You look at yourself and see many cuts and nasty holes all over your body. You begins to suffocate. You look around for anything to help you breathe, a knife, a window, anything. You feel your head get lightheaded as your vision blurs. Everything goes black.... you wake up in your room, breathing just fine and in your soft bed. You sit up and look around only to find it was all a dream. You turn your head and find a note on your end table. You take it and open it as you read.

"Hope you enjoyed your wishes. There is one last wish to grant you. Your dream job, right? Wait 3 days and you'll get your wish. Sleep well...

- The Heart Messenger"

You smile as you turn on the tv to see if there were anymore murders. Nothing was on, but you see that police were investigating on the case. You shrug it off and spend the day celebrating. After the day, you get into your bed and sleep.

3 days pass as you wake up and quickly got up you turn on the tv only to find there was no tv. The house you were in wasn't yours. It was a warehouse. You looked around, confused as you find a garbage bag with a dark red substance leaking out of it. You see an exit and quickly run home. As you cross the streets to your house, you see some people staring at you with a horrific expression upon their faces. When you arrive, you slam through the front door and shut it, locking it. You begin to wonder why those people were staring at you. You run to your bathroom as you turn on the light and look in the mirror. You see yourself covered in blood, your clothes in rags and so full of scratches. You looked as if you were in a fight. You see a note on the lid of your toilet as you reached over to pick up, seeing your hands soaked in blood. As you pick up the note, you leave bloody prints all over it as you open it. You began to read it.

"Congrats. You finally got the job, pal. You know exactly who to be as you are already that man. All those victims, your sudden emotional turmoils, your wishes coming true, all thanks to you making them so. Enjoy your life while it lasts...

-The Heart Messenger"

You reread the note in confusion and panic. It all begins to piece together as you look at your reflection again. You notice something on your chest. It is partially seen as the rags covered the rest. You rip them open to find an arrow piecing through a heart carved into your chest. Your mark. Soon, it was all so clear as you now realize... you are the Heart Messenger... 