User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-24923821-20151011211837

The One:

1...2...3...4... I counted softly. The sounds in my head ringing louder than ever. I was waiting for when they would arrive. They being the almighty ones, the ones who would bring an end to this RETCHED, AWFUL,  SHITHOLE OF A WORLD. I sighed. Not really nice of my own family to put me in an asylum, no, not nice at all.

''Diddle lee Dee, your family. Diddley Door, theyre all just little fucking whores. ''"S-shut up!" I smacked my fist against my temples; trying to knock the sound out my ears, and onto the ground...where I can squash them. Not nice thoughts at all. I felt a weird sensation, almost like a- like a tickle. I giggled quietly, stifiling my laughter with my bloody hand.

"Now why are you all up and hurtin' yourself darlin'?" A voice whispered. I looked up- it was a man...or a beast. or a MEAST. Yeah, I've heard there was a meast infestation in the facility. Now that's no good, no good at all.

5...6...7...8... I counted louder.

The meast's finger shushed me, pulling me closer to it. I screeched into it's ears, I don't like contact with other creatures.

"N-NO!" I screamed at it. The meast simply pushed his finger closer, until it was in my mouth. I bit on him, trying to break his skin. The only thing to come off the meast's finger were ribbons. I cocked my head in confusion, as he laughed.

"The second coming is Nigh my little disciple...just wait a little longer." Then he flew away- leaving me with his ribbon-blood. I looked around, confused.

"Are you the one?" I whispered towards the ceiling of my prision-like room. All of a sudden the door opened, and I was surrounded in a cestpool of blinding white light.

I screamed for help, before I was hit in the face with a stick. A tear rolled down my face, as I spit out a tooth. I looked up once more to stare into the face of him...'''THE ONE. '''Only...it wasn't him was it? It was just the man asigned to my door. The light faded. I cried in disbelief. But all I could do was wait and count up to when I could see him again. Better start over. Like the last time...at least this time I was left with my taste. Maybe when I meet the almighty messaih, maybe then he might give me back my eyes.