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|| Tuesday, June 01, 2004 || || 11:13 am ||

Her Pain For A Shadowed Pleasure

She walked down the stairs
In her pink dress
Beautiful on her
What happened last night?
She couldn't remember
"Must have been tired"
She whispered to herself
The house was
Empty.
Everyone has left for work
No breakfast on the table
Unlike the usual days
Hungry.
She looked around
And a glass of half filled milk
Laid on the sink
She gulped it down
And then she saw it
Shadowman.
He was coming nearer and nearer
She tried to hide
But there was nowhere to go
Trapped.
"You're going to go to Hell"
He screamed
A sharp pain rose
Over and over it killed mentally
"Shadowman is bad
He is going to kill me
God, please be my rock
Don't let me go to Hell
I did not wanted to do that
Don't let him hear this"
She muttered to herself
Fear engulfing her mind
As pain pierced into her body
Then.
Shadowman came even nearer
He was going to do it
Again.
She shut her eyes
In a colourful room
Suddenly her pain ceased
Her fear dissolved
She knew it had to be
God.
She could hear voices
One that belonged to Shadowman
Compelling her to open her eyes
And obey his instructions
But there were other voices
Guiding and consoling her
The colours drowned suddenly
And there was Shadowman
In front of her wide opened eyes
Helpless.
She couldn't say a word nor cry
Shadowman was eating her alive
Her pink dress soaked with
Blood.
She was still breathing
But she wished she was dead
Her fist clenched in pain
She could only think of God
She didn't wanted to go to Hell
Like the way Shadowman said
She laid weak
Her eyes unable to focus anymore
The hunger of Shadowman
Gone.
But she was still breathing...


Okay had to let that out...I just recently read a book which had a some parts on this girl named JD and Shadowman.. couldn't stop writing something about this particular scene...terribly sad and pain...


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