My Mind's Fantasy

A place where your nightmares and dreams collide. | 21 & Tired |

[writing-prompt-s]

“Do not hang up. This is not a wrong number. We have your loved one. To see them again, get the package on your doorstep and open it. Put on the mask. Grab your choice of weapon. Go to the house address written on the note card. Kill them all.”

[thewhitehaireddemon]

A devilish grin pulled up at the corner of his lips, the silence of his smile taking over the call. It was just long enough to make the caller question what was going through the others mind.

“Really now?” His gravely yet calm voice could be heard through the phone. He brought his lips closer to the phone now, the same way he would to brush against another ear as he whispered. “Are you sure” he paused, enjoying the new toy. “you didn’t make” he brought his lips right to the mans ear. “A mistake?”

The phone went dead.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

What does it mean, to be born a monster? Dose it refer to the way you look? Or does it have to do with your personality? Is it judged by your actions? Or your intentions? What do I have to do, to know? I just want to know, because once I do, maybe I can change whatever it is. I don’t want to be a monster, I just want to go about my life like everyone else. Can’t I have that? Is it to much for me to ask, to not live my life scared of everything? Please, I need to know. Because if I don’t, I don’t know how much longer I can stand to live in this world.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

We all have experiences in life that lead to our personality in the present, and to want to change those things is to want to be a different person. But without those experiences and horrible feelings we would never learn that there is healing after the wounds, and thos scares bring about wisdom and insight that others cannot and may never be able to see. So when your blood runs from the sharpened steel of life, patch it up, let it heal, become smarter and once that same blade comes at you, it won’t be able to give as big of a cut because you’ve become strong enough to hold off the steel and protect yourself just a little better every time. So accept your hardships and the strength they give you, because without them, you would not be you.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Its funny, i've always known it was there, i could always feel it, but it never seemed to realize that i knew that it was behind me, always trying to get closer inch by inch every day. The thing is though, i already know what i'm going to do when it gets to me, i've already accepted that it's a part of me. But for now i will continue to let it think i don't know about it until the day it reaches me and i turn around, look it in the eyes and welcome it. Because this monster of mine it attached two my sole, so i have to love it, so i can love my self.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

When bad things happen, we sometimes don't want to cry, we don't want to feel weak or be seen as weak. This isnt just something that happens to men but it happens two girls as well. Some of us have a lot of pride. But there are moments, when it's not just one thing that's going wrong but one hundred things that are going wrong and we just can't help it. When those moments happen, i cry, i cry so much that my throat hurts and my eyes are so puffy and red that it hurts two rub away the tears. My face feels tight from all the salt water that has dried on my face. In those moments, i think that maybe it would be better to just cry when i want two, just go in another room and let it out little by little so that i drive myself to this point. there is nothing brave about hurting myself like this, so maybe, what makes people strong is having the courage to let it out and two feel what we need to feel so we can move on. maybe thats it, that's what we need to do to be better.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

There is something we experience from being free, it's like a release, like air has filled our lungs for the first time in years. I had yet to feel this, it took me a long time two realize that i'm not happy, that the things that i was mindlessly doing over and over again because i was told that that was what i was supposed to do were hurting me, mentally hurting me. But people were still telling me to do it. If i were physically hurting myself people tell you two stop but when you're hurting yourself mentally. People actually tell you two continue, as if your mental health doesn't matter. Well guess what, for the first time in my life i am taking care of my mental health, i'm listening to my hopes and dreams. thats what im doing, i'm freeing myself, and it's going to stay that way no matter what anyone says. so deal with it if you have a problem with what i'm doing, because it's not my job to explain myself to you.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Fucking fuck

I feel like I've been battling insanity lately, with everything that's been happening to me, I keep thinking that this is the kind of stuff that only happened to other people, but I guess in this case I am the other person that people refer two. Now if you excuse me I'm going to go for a swim at two in the morning, sins everything els is going to shit and I can't do anything about it, this is the only thing that I feel like I can do

[thewhitehaireddemon]

boys... what the fuck

Why is it so hard to find someone that you like who likes you back? i feel like there actually isnt a reason, which pisses me off,  i mean  really though, what the hell? am i doomed to listen to angry/sad music for the rest of my life?

[thewhitehaireddemon]

sleep? psh... ya, no

So im going to find out whether or not the boy i like likes me back tomorrow. So basically sleep is what.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Cut up wings are something of the past, or at least thats what you hoped the last time they took a knife to your feathers, turning red as they fluttered to the ground, staining the floor with crimson pain. But you learn that everyone seems to have that knife ready, eager for you to slip up. The worst part is that the people your supose to go to for help are the ones in the big scary masks holding that freshly sharpened knife. So who are we supposed to got to when the only people that have the power to help us are the problem? You arm your self and where your wings out and proudly, because they were the first ones to have their wings hacked off and they gave up, but these wings are ours and we are fighters. So we wont give up! we are better than them! And that is what our generating will prove!

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Sometimes we have to fight for things that are often thought to be a given, but as we live life we do end up being hit by reality. The reality that yes, we are free, we are free to make choices, and one of those choices is what we want the word free to mean. Yes, we can choose to be open about our same sex relationships, but the problem is that we can also be inadvertently choosing to be beaten for holding our girlfriend's hand in public. Yes, i suppose that this applies to the whole idea of being free sins they are free two. But there it is, what's the solution? do we decide to not be free? or do we try to redefine the word? There is a fight waiting for us no matter what we chose, but i have made my choice, now its your turn to make yours.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Sometimes, what you need most when everything is going wrong, is not even for it to go write, but rather, a little something to keep you going. And sometimes that something is as small as a warm breeze.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

I Take Requests

So for those of you that know my blog, im sure you have noticed that basically what i do is write short “stories” i guess you could call them, for random pictures i find, but if anyone has a picture or two that they would like me to write a story about, i'd love to do it :) so ya, dont be shy, send me stuff :D

[thewhitehaireddemon]

After having been shot, beaten and shanked so many times, i've gotten to the point were not only do i expect it but i've learnt all your tricks. I know when your going to throw that punch and i know how to not only dodge it, but even counter it. You may have more weapons than me and even an army on your side but the fact that you still haven't won against me and all i have are my hands to fight you with should worry you because i'm getting better. I learn something new every time and the assaults dont hurt as much any more. I've warned you, now its your choice, do you really want to help me to get stronger? or are you going to do the right thing. Otherwise, i have only one thing to say. Come at me!

[thewhitehaireddemon]

I know that i can't do much, i was born into a baudy that can't protect her from all the evils in this world. But even though i know that, i'm not going to let it stop me. I will protect her with more than just my baudy, i will protect her with the will of a thousand people and the heart of a million. This is my resolution signed with my soul and sealed with my determination.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

Sometimes i have these moments, moments in which i wish i could be more. More because this world is just full of so much more. I want to be able to battle the world on equal ground. But i guess i've come to the conclusion that i'm just me, and that thats not going to change. Maybe i just can't be more. Although i remember once being told that that was ok, that being my self is enough. But as much as i would love to be able to believe that, i think that its going to take a while to convince myself of that.

[thewhitehaireddemon]

I've been asked before, how i t is that i can take a persons hart and crush it into dust like it was nothing. that question is not one with a simple answer, its not something that just suddenly occurred, it happened over time, slowly and unnoticed, until it consumed me. The years of being abused with my scars left wide open, and the messy patch work was all i could do to slow the bleeding but it never stopped, the bleeding never stopped. And my heart was left abandoned, no longer containing life and slowly drying up until it turned to ash. I want them to feel it, the pain that comes with dieing but not being able to escape life. But i know that they will never feel it as deeply as i did, so im going to continue, ill do it until they do feel that pain. Only then, will i be able to rest in peace.