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Dead Windows By: Me
Chapter 1
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I wonder what people see when they look into mine. Can they see the emptiness, the pain, and the darkness? Does anyone see death through my windows? That's what I am, dead!
Drowning my sorrows only leaves me feeling like I'm stuck at sea with no boat, no life jacket, and I can't swim. Narcotics help, oh, do narcotics help! Until the realization hits you that you can't be high forever or you'll lose what little is left of your humanity trying.
skin without a soul?
Isolation only makes me and my darkness, my pain and emptiness fester and grow into a deeper hunger. I've tried to eat away the pain, but my appetite is insatiable.
Over the past two years, I've tried to kill myself four times, but you can't kill what already dead. Damn, wish I would have known this sooner. So, what's a poor, dead girl to do amongst the living, knowing there's no place for her in society? How do I go through life in human...
We get avoided, committed, locked up with others like us, and overly medicated to become a new breed of the undead, a super breed. That's what I am right now. I'm a super brain chasing, life sucking, soul stealing zombie, but now I'm too numb to know it or care.
The worst part is knowing there's no cure in sight. Walking dead isn't a disease like cancer and AIDS, they aren't even trying to find the antidote.
Do you want to know what happens to zombies?
Once I have fed enough, unlike a zombie, I try to restore the life and energy into my victims. But you can't! I'll never be whole again and neither will they. I wish it was easy to explain how I became a member of the living dead or even when I realized I was one.
I'm much like a succubus, yet my prey isn't asleep, merely, blinded by my shell. I can feel your energy, see your soul and I want to take it into myself, not realizing I'm draining life trying to replenish mine.
bring me back from beyond?
Zombies are real, to an extent. I know because I am one! Unable to function on my own, walking through life without purpose, without feeling, without actually being. I feed on brains, am drawn to life, to the living.
I can't remember the last time I felt alive. Not physically, emotionally, mentally, nor spiritually. I'm a walking shell of what used to be a person. I don't think anyone sees it. If they do, do they not care, or do they steer clear out of fear or lack of knowledge of how to...
I pushed back my first book because it didn't seem like my first story. New book in the works that feels like the perfect prelude. Stay tuned for the first few chapters! ๐