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marcellus rhodes 11b arc Veteran Member 2,543 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Apr 2, 2024 19:10:57 GMT -5	bidelia mynatt \| d12 \| done Jun 29, 2015 10:06:02 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jun 29, 2015 10:06:02 GMT -5 she's from d12 protective af things??? i don't even knoW 16 17
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Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jun 29, 2015 10:10:23 GMT -5

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Cherish.

That's all I cannot do. The greased, tangled hair that blows in my face and the neverending war of hunger cannot even change the fact. I can taste it on my tongue, yes, it is a familiar taste. But it is far too distant for my liking. My eyebrows furrow together, pushing against the wind that blows against me like I'm a blade of grass ~~and to most people I am~~.

As I take another step, it blows again, threatening to pull me down if it's the last thing it does.

The feeling doesn't seem that old. Being blown on, being pulled down until it's the last thing it does. ~~and it was~~. It would eventually pull me down, tackling me and laughing at my failure.

However that's not very new. Dark brown hair scattered all over my face claims it as its own, almost as if my face were a teenagers bedroom. ~~sometimes it is.~~ My hand pressed up against the glass of our broken window seems empty. Maybe it is. ~~it's always been empty~~.

Spots cover my face ~~one for each flaw.~~ I count them every day. Maybe they'll decrease, will they increase? ~~definitely.~~

Standing, I am an ant. ~~unimportant, unnoticed.~~ I am too small for notice and attention. I'm awful too fragile for it too. I am not a bird, not a lion, ~~a weakling.~~

I am sure that my eyes aren't real. The hallucinations, the absolute horror that I have to see him. ~~idumea~~. The brown color in my eyes cause it. Because nobody else see him. Am I crazy? ~~definitely.~~

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Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jun 29, 2015 10:36:38 GMT -5

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horrified.

Of him. Of the boy that was one of us and suddenly he turned into someone else.~~idumea~~ Not somebody I had known. No, not the boy that was once one amung us. I doubt it. It's much too foreign, too crazy, ~~too insane~~ to be one of us.

Though he was at one point.~~the first second of his life, and the rest was gone.~~ I hated him. ~~I was more horrified than scared.~~ The creak of a floorboard brings on horrors. A sudden crash, a murmering voice in the corner. ~~it's all not real.~~ But it is.

I wake up to nobody else. A lone woman in this house, broken and tattered ~~funny how similar they are~~.

To be alone is not a good thing. ~~Especially here.~~ To be alone anywhere by myself isn't good. I'm haunted by him. It's my fault that I'm alone in this house.

I was protecting us. It was a form of self defense to say, because I would rather ~~idumea~~ him die rather than the rest of us. It's still my fault. ~~always been.~~

I'm truly haunted. Haunted by him, haunted by my family. I cannot escape from them. They're with me all the time.~~always.~~ Forever broken and torn in this house, there is no escape, no no, not for Bidelia. ~~because of god damn idumea.~~

He's still here. I know it. Somewhere in this house ~~inside of me, making me go insane~~. The memory of that day is in my mind like invisible ink on paper. I cannot see it, but it's there.~~always.~~

However I cannot do anything. I am possessed, haunted, tortured by him because I was the only one to survive his damned attack.~~though I barely survived.~~ I can't hear out of my right ear because of him. I cannot even have any kinds of cooked food, because he burnt all the food so none of the remaining survivors could die a slow and painful death. In which he has succeeded his goal, ~~because I am dying.~~

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Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jun 29, 2015 10:51:12 GMT -5

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the memory.

I cannot explain the memories inside that my mind.~~because I don't want to.~~ They're too much for me to handle. But I must; they're haunting me forever so there is no point in hiding my stories ~~of death.~~ I cannot confess them to the others, but to you, anonymous person, I guess it's fine.

I was born with a brother who had died shortly after, however I didn't know him well, maybe he could've survived the fire with me and I wouldn't have to face the hauntin memories and current, future, and past all by myself. ~~even though if he did, i was insane enough already.~~

Growing up the boy that caused my insanity was the horror of my life. Every day when I would wake up he would be waiting at my door for me, and his low, bearing voice would speak out to me.

"Are you ready, Bidelia?" He would ask every day. I would always reply "No." ~~nobody was ready for what he was going to do.~~ Somehow I was. Even though he was patiently waiting for me to be ready, I always said no. I ended up figuring out he was planning something, but burning down the house was definitely a stretch.

The day of the fire I had awoken to the smell of burning wood. And then a scream that belonged to my mother, and my father who I could only hear him yelling. ~~the yells and screams of my family members echo inside my mind today.~~ I ran downstairs to see my brother with a lighter, lighting everything he saw on fire.

We had a pond nearby, and with hurried footsteps and panic we had gotten the fire gone before my brother could set a second round.

The second round happened during the night, and that was when the family had fallen. Half of the house had burned down before a rain had started and put it out. I was standing outside in the rain with my brother on the opposite side of the house. I could hear him laughing at our parents saying that they should've never had the mistake of making him.~~and they really shouldn't have.~~ He had gotten rid of himself too. Thinking that I had died in the fire, but I didn't. ~~sucks on him~~. But he haunts me to this day. I live in the house still, but most of it is either burnt or badly damaged by the fire.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is, I'm fucking insane.

o d a i r

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