Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25288358-20150119180656

Its called 'To Attached'

Have you ever been to attached to something that you just can't leave it alone and move on with your life? Sure you have... A thing thats really cute or cool? A really precious gift from your family or friends? Unfortunatly for me that was not the case...

I had a lot of things I didn't want to give up. It felt heartbreaking when I had to throw all my precious memories of friends down the drain. You see...They had all died on the same day. In a car crash...

I went to see them all in the hospital. I was too late. They were all dead.

When I got home I started to break-down. I threw all the photos we took together in the trash,burned my personal diary and cried on the sofa...

Why did this happen to me?

They were so close to me it was unbelievable.

What could they have possibly done to deserve something like this?

It was then I started to witness the horrors that are consuming me right now... They are feeding on my fear...Monsters...They will never be forgiven by me.

The whole room when I looked up again was completely black. A empty void, a prison cell for a weak victim like me.

'Well...Well... Look at you! Such a helpless person.' I heared a voice say...It was cheeky,smirkish and rude.

It was them...

They didn't look bright and cheerful but dull with ripped clothes and black hair,all tangled right down to their fringe.

They were holding our memories.

'Stop it...Please I didn't mean to burn them...I was too traumatized.' I mumbled.

'You will be...' They smirked.

That's when they vanished into thin air...

I can't do anything to bring them back...B 