My Beautiful, Deadly Wonderland

By Road Misa Kamelot

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Chapter 1

The light at the end of a never-ending tunnel. The antidote to the poison just out of your reach. A life of demons and death and chaos. "It's not real." But it is, and it is inescapable. A pure hell. Deceivers as well as believers. Sadly, this is no lie. The darkness is real, it was once something of one's mind, a passing thing most would believe to be false, but it grows stronger daily. The darkness is a tangible thing, strangling you and subduing your conscience, until you succumb to its will. This is a story of one swallowed by the irresistible darkness…

April 3

The sky roared, a black shadow covered the small city. Rain poured over everything not covered. The sky was black, but crackled as streaks of light flashed through the sky, casting an eerie glow on everything. This was the day the chaotic darkness began to spread.

I traced the drops of rain that landed on the window of the car, watching them drip down, connecting and growing bigger until they ran off of the glass. The grey sky was endless as we drove past trees and fences, the asphalt of the road becoming a blur as we rode on it. Music blared into my ears as we drove past unknown places, setting the mood of the stormy day.

Listening to music was the only way to keep out the voices. I know what you're thinking, and no I am not schizophrenic. The voices are the thoughts of others, the voices invade my mind and I can hear others without them uttering a word. And it terrifies me.

I've been able to hear thoughts for as long as I can remember, and I have been searching for a way to rid myself of this curse for as long as I can remember. Nothing has come to help. There is no superman, only a maiden in search of something that does not exist…and may never come into existence.

I snap out of my daze to hear my mother's voice calling me."Indigo! Turn that music down or you're going to go deaf!" she told me.

'And what a lovely thing that would be to only hear silence...' I think to myself. A silent world, where peace can be achieved and arguments cease to exist. A world of silence is a place where the voices cannot find me. But no such place exists unless one lives in isolation.

I wish to escape this disgusting, filthy world. Nothing so vile should be allowed to exist in this universe or any other.