Lone Life

The Beginning of Hell

           I sat alone on my room like any other day. I kept it dark in there, no particular reason. I looked around, hallucinations everywhere. They did not scare me anymore. In my mind they have just become one with the darkness. I looked outside. Dull, as always. I would like to mention I am home alone. I turned on the lights so I could break away from my train of thought. I sighed. "What could I do at a time like this?" I reached out for my blade. I tried to eliminate the thought, but it would not go at all. Another slice, another memory, another tear, and manny regret. Thank god, I never told anyone about this, no one would care any way. Enough of that, I casually covered my arm and walked downstairs, I waited for my mother. My mother, the only one who understands. She is not the one who laughs it off, she actally gets it, because she knows how it feels, she has been through it.

       I sat down, on the sofa. Our house was huge, a mansion if you will. You would think I had a wonderfull life, you thought wrong. She walked into the house and wrapped her arms around me. "How was work?" I asked. She smiled and simply replied, "It was fine." I helped my mother cook and we cooked dinner. We waited for my father...my father, I did not like to refer him my that.