Whats Inside My HeadThe lights burned my skin, but in a good way. I loved the feeling. I loved being on the stage. So many people watching, screaming, wanting more from me. Not to mention, the other side was drowned out by my own voice, and the music. He was still there, sometimes I got little pieces of what he said, but there was never full sentences. Nor full commands. I did my best to keep the set going, not taking many breaks. I could drink the water while there was a guitar solo or something. Anything. I just wanted him to go away. After the show I signed autographs, and prayed that nobody noticed the strange colored eye. I wished I had my sunglasses, the last thing I needed was other people knowing. Especially the press. I smiled wide as I signed shoes, shirts, posters, paper, and even some arms and stomachs. But then it happened. The last boy in line. The 17 year old boy stared into my eyes as he pushed
Fight Inside I stared at him. Myself. A part of me. In the mirror. He stared right back. He looked just like me. Same lips, cheeks, nose, and hair. The only thing that was different. His eyes. They were a bright, terrifying orange. I touched my fingers to the glass. It seemed like it divided us, but I knew different. He was always with me, creeping in the depths of my mind. "Adaaaaaam." The voice was echo-y, it filled the room. It sounded just like mine, except it was full of anger, and hate. "Leave me alone!" I wish I could say this was the first time something like this happened. But it wasn't. In fact. It happened a lot. Sometimes he was out of the mirror, into my world. Only when I was alone though. Am I crazy..? The thought was supposed to be to myself, but of course, he had to comment, "Heh. Yea you are." I shook my h
Blood Kin Chapter 2 part 1Breaking So I'll just let you use your imagination for what happened
Anyways. I slept for the rest of the day, and night. I had the same nightmare as every night, and woke up in the same cold sweat. Tommy was holding me close, and I could feel his washboard stomach flexing against my back while he slept. I tried breathing calmly, thinking happy thoughts, but my mind just kept going back to the terror. I began shaking, and panting. I didn't want it to happen. Not after such a perfect day, but I had no control. To make matters worse, I didn't exactly have time to take my meds like I should've twice the day before. It was only a matter of minutes before I was jerking violently. Tommy stirred, then woke up, "Ryan its ok
" My mind was blurry, all I could think about was the fear. He held me close to him, and held my arms down. He knew if he let me go I would'