Midnight Darkness

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Chapter 1: Past and Present
(by Kelsey, added on 23 September 2012 03:21 PM)


I was born in a lovely Welsh hospital. I wish. I was actually born in a dismal old cottage my family stay in every year. How boaring! My first sight of the world was... black. Darkness.
That was sixteen years ago today. Happy birthday me. No one else seems to care, know, bother about me. We're back in this stupid cottage supposedly for a treat. However this time, it's not me and my family. It's me and a bunch of violent people ready to take on racism. I am part of this. Uncle says I'm good at it. But the feeling inside burns me up. It scares me.
"Lily, you ready girl?" asks my uncle, giving me a forced smile. If only I didn't know the truth about him. If only I was as naive as I was sixteen years ago when I entered this world.
Right, lets start again. I'm blind. Have been since birth. I'm part of a violent gang taking on racism. My parents were killed by this gang and I was taken hostage. They think I support their cause. But a friend told me about uncle. How he's killed, maimed and slautered. I'm scared inside. Scared scared scared. It eats me up from the inside, burning away my soul until I'm a worthless machine, an evil killer, a murderer.
I've been part of riets, protests and killings. The reason scares me is because when I look down upon the bodies with blood pooring out of their mouths I feel... nothing. No sadness, no guilt, just nothing. It's like my soul has been taken already and left behind a gap where emotions should gather. Everyone seems to be like this in the gang. No emotions at all.


Chapter 2: First Murder
(by Eleanor, added on 23 September 2012 04:30 PM)


But there was a time when I did feel something. On my first killing. Possibly the worst experience I have ever had in my life. Uncle congratulated me, saying: "That's just the start! Soon you'll rise in the rankings and be as great as me!"
But I didn't want to be as great as him. That first time, when I heard the shrill shrieking and saw the blood splattered all over my clothes, I felt revulsion. Revulsion at myself. How could a blind person kill and maim? i thought to myself. It was cruel, inhumane. It was then I told myself not to feel, not to care. Oh yes, I wanted to stop this disgusting life, to start again.

But I didn't want to feel the horror of another murder.


Chapter 3: Frankie
(by Kelsey, added on 23 September 2012 07:54 PM)


I'm stuck into this memory now. I can't pull myself out of it. So I burry myself deeper in it. I have to think. The past is often the key to the future.
No! I've just thought about Frankie! No! Not Frankie!
Back in year 9, before Uncle had full control of me, my best friend was a girl called Frankie. She was like a sister to me, talking to me at break, understanding my sudden mood swings (usually when I'd been forced to kill). But one day, the day Uncle took me I had to, had to...
It was horrid, seeing her eyes staring at me pleadingly from her skull, hearing her final gasp of breath as the knife hit her heart. Oh god! Why? It's as if now I can hear her voice in my head. "How could you? How could you?" she seems to be saying to me.
How could I?
How?
How?
How?




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