1 Haunted Story by Ashley Quebedau

little ribbons of rose petals cover my flesh   feeling the smoothness so velvety...like its not my skin   Can this be so real or am i dreaming in a fantasy world   made up of lost characteristics of me playing some role in my mind   Some so twisted...i dont understand their true meaning in the real world   one little girl feeling so numb inside that she cuts her arm just to find that bliss again but somewhere deep inside her mind she feels like a zombie...dont know where to turn feeling like shes in a maze..cant get out of it trapped forever to this feeling... like her soul is bound to this feeling   she tries running away from this zombiness but her world is turning upside 180 in just a blink of an eye   kinda like she got lost in alice in wonderland all the craziness that took over her mind finally coming to life inside this loonyworld called her world   wondering if shes sane...or if she lost her soul a long time ago..when people took advantage of her   not remembering what happened to the old emily but this new emily has frigthen her out of her wits realizing she doesnt want to become this person but she doesnt have a choice/voice in this matter at all   its like all her senses turned for the worst that they tingle for that one tiny thing in the back of her mind and yet she doesnt want to give in to it again   feeling that scent grow stronger and stronger as the minute passes by...feeling her joints tense up her whole body tingling for that passion of blood   feeling it warming her veins up with the special antidote making her feel alive for only a little while till she feels the numbness come back....and the vicious cycle returns again...   How will she ever get rid of this curse in her body? how will she defend her body when the withdrawl starts up? will she give in again and feed upon another soul...just to keep alive then somehow another little girl comes to her...pushing her out and taking over now   this one feels like anger rising through her very soul turning everything around this poor souless girl to bitterness making every living thing with and turn black with hatred   seeing her eyes grow black with fury hair flying furiously around her face seems like she cant control it   feeling the bitterness seep into her bones knowing something deep inside her...she wants to engulf the flames and let everyone see the true monster of her being   never to be afraid of this anymore its time for her to show true form show them how powerful she is.... what she can do to those who mess with her   yet something is tugging at her heartstrings relaying a message to tell her to move aside its time for this other form to come to play but the bitterness and anger dont want to give in to whatever it is thats shouting at her.....   holding on to the barren trees deep inside her soul she greedlys stay inplace...not budging for this creature to show whos boss after a while she begins to tire...feeling the grogginess grip her her hands slipping slowly off the tree.....finally showing the weaker side of herself and cries in vain for showing this kind of weakness..and disappears just as quickly as she appeared   Then this biazzare creature steps into the blinding light gazing out the bare window of this ragged little shop thinking how this creature became what he is   is it from what has happened to the poor little soul that makes all these fantasies up? or is he real...and just wants to make believe that this is some daydream   shaking his shaggy hair to get rid of the awful things in his head he feels something inside of him that wants to break free but feels that something is locked inside his chambered heart that no one can unlock this ice cold cellar doors   but this blood lust monster feels that burning desire that someday some little girl is going to unlock those unforbidden doors and show what lies behind them   that they can start to recover this young girl they take over each night...that she doesnt know whats real or fantasy just some twisted tunnel that never becomes a happy ever after for her just some nightmares to replay inside her head   make her scream in the middle of the night to wake up sweating and thinking it happened again shaking from head to toe....and then somehow the personalites she made up washes over her   she calms down..feeling whatever desire she wants feeling she can go back to bed and never wake up from that haunting dreams again   but oh is she mistaken...that this awful nightmare will play till the day she dies and she will be haunted by them from the souls she created inside her twisted mind   laughing,,,taunting her soul making her feel weary,uncertain of her sanity that she goes to the bathroom mirror to see if she is real or something made up in a gross story   she sees something totally ghost like in the mirror and it scares her...that she smashes her fist into the glass feeling the blood ooze out of her fist   screaming WHERE AM I????? screaming that for hours on end till she stops...stares at her hands   gazing at the maroon stains and sparkling  sliver of glass in the cuts that she realizes that its time to put an end to this haunting story   she feels so lost that she kneels on the cold tiled floor rocking herself back and forth contemplating if she should rewrite a different ending or to keep it as it is and just finish it right this moment   another few hours passes by...feeling her body grow colder by the second that she finally comes to a conclusion and that she must take her life just to make this ugly story stop playing inside her head   she gets to her feet very slowly....using the sink as a prop she smiles at herself in the broken glass... and says," goodbye my poor sweet innocent soul its time to finish this story now".......   she then takes a shard of glass thats fallen in the sink and slashes her wrist,arms,legs,stomach to pieces feeling the blood stain her gorgeous satin dress   instantly she falls to the ground hitting her head on the tiled floor slipping into unconscience.... she sees that her story is finally fading to blackness and that is the last time you saw her ocean eyes or soul again.