User:Lovesnakey

The Drain: I awoke to a dreary cold, the air burned my lungs. The cold brought tears to my eyes as I struggled to get up. I look seeing the sunrise as I sat calmly. To the bathroom mirror, my face had looked crusty and slightly depressing. I looked into the drain all of a sudden blood, I freaked out realizing it had just been my nose afterall I was prone to nosebleeds. Looking as my blood flowed I felt the urge to stand there. The mirror stays still as I realize it hadn't been my nose bleeding it was my mouth my teeth a pinkish red. In desperation I reached for a towel just as I came up I saw him. He had been following me for years my eyes teared with fear. I locked the door as it had been pushed open. I am going insane every day his crooked smile the grin makes me shudder. The suit he wears so demented. I opened the door as he looked into my eyes I collapsed waking up in a weird place. I was alone well I had been alone my life had just been that way. Now I had been more alone than ever. I began walking down the fog ridden road. There was a dead end, there was a tree mangled and riddled with crows. God I wish those crows never left, there he was with his piercing grin hung on the tree. There had been a note with at poem.

Watch what you leave behind Don't waste your time He wasn't worth it anyway He is what makes the sky grey Look behind you Don't let it blind you

I turned hesitantly, just then warmth, what I have never felt he breathed each breathe more welcoming. I felt a tear slip out of my eye and down my cheek. Closing my eyes I counted kissing the necklace my mother had given me. I saw      me I saw her we were together. I held her hand she had a fearful look in her eyes. I turned staring at his smile then I woke up in the rain, the rain of ash choked me looking down I see my mother with still fearful eyes and a mangled smile. A note was stapled to her shirt saying such a sick twisted thing it read: Wake up! You have been here to long. Except it, it was your fault. It was right, I should have been at the hospital. I looked up seeing his grin, it made my soul shiver his black eyes looking through me. He pulled me up and whispered: Your fault, your guilt wrapped like a quilt. Take me now maybe later it's your death I will favor. Your mother now you, what's a smiling man to do.