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Creative Writing. He can see the blood again; He can see those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes stained with blood and evil.

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He can see the blood again; He can see those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes stained with blood and evil. Sweating, He awoke from this nightmare. Breathing in frantic, panicked breaths. He often woke up like this. Always the same nightmare. No matter how he tried he could never get back to sleep. Those eyes he saw, they haunted him, no matter how he hated to admit it, they completely controlled his life. Ever since that night three years ago when his life was ripped to pieces... just like his parents. He'd grown up in a small town called Raggs on the east coast of Germany with his Mother, Father and twin sister. To their neighbours and friends, they were a normal family, but He knew different, he knew of his father brutality and abuse towards his sister and mother. His sister would come into his room late at night, covered in bruises and shaking. She hated their father; she'd always talk about how she wished he was dead, that one day she was the one who'd kill him. ...read more.


He didn't know how to fight. He scanned the room with his strained eyes; the curtains were pulled; only a little moonlight lit the room. There was someone sitting there, on the sofa. Staring at him, so it seemed, though he couldn't see the persons face. The mysterious stranger stood up and started walking towards him, he could feel himself hyperventilating. From the silhouette, the stranger seemed quite short, about his height with a feminine figure and short hair. "I told you I'd do it, Ien." The stranger whispered, getting closer. That voice. It was familiar, soft and girly, but it sounded wrong. It was too harsh sounding. Too menacing. The light filtered in through the gap in the curtains. His eyes were drawn to the figures on the floor around his feet. A stifled scream escaped his lips as he realised who they were. It was his mother and father; they were white as snow, apart from the blood painted on their skin. He looked back up at the stranger, tears spilling from his eyes. ...read more.


He heard the drip-drop of blood as it ran off the blade, filling the cracks in the floorboards, slowly getting closer. "And my name is not Lena. Lena wouldn't hurt a fly. She's so weak. But I'm stronger than Lena. I've seen the things she's gone through, I feel her pain. She's crying inside me. But this time I'll take over, she can't hold me back anymore." Ien drew a long, shaky breath. He could feel the tears filling his eyes. Who was this monster? Dirtying Lena's hands with the blood of the people she loved the most? He couldn't let Lena be destroyed by this thing that is controlling her mind, but she's getting closer. He was so confused. What did she mean by 'She won't hold me back anymore'? Were there two Lena's? Before Ien had time to figure everything out, she had the blade at his throat. The cold metal cutting into his skin and making his hair stand on end. She brought her mouth close to his ear, her cold breath chilling him to the bone, she whispered "And now it's your turn." ...read more.

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