I’m writing the prologue for my visual novel still. Trying to figure out so much on how it would be like if someone runs away from a friend who betrayed you. They’re out to KILL you. EEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Go! Go away! NAO! PLS. I’ll give you 5 dollars.
Then in actuality, it’s not that friend who’s out to kill you. It’s…!! WHO IS IT!? Your eyes were so focused on that “friend” Now… YOU DIE!
“No… I don’t deserve this…”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“All I want to be is…”
“…I want to be friends!!”
“Friends” with this… stranger!? This shadow that you don’t even—
“AHW MAH GAWD I thought you were someone I know. I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU!?”
No one knows. Not you. Not anyone around. Not even… ITSELF.
I have no idea what I’m talking about now.
Let me just… practice. Writing stuff. Okay? Okay.
During the night, the girl who I thought was my best friend ran after me with a knife. I looked into her eyes. They were eyes of a murderer, craving for bloodshed. This isn’t the friend I knew. Was this person ever my friend? Do I really know her?
There was no way. The moonlight in this dark, midnight sky reveals her immorality. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything else but run.
Running, running, running…
…Until my limbs collapse. How much longer should I run?
I don’t want this. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die alone.
Then that’s when I stopped running on the asphalt road of this eerie neighborhood. I was far from that girl with the knife. That girl who I thought was my friend. But strangely, I knew someone was behind me. Someone was right there. So close, yet it feels so far away—almost as if the clock is ticking in slow-motion.
Finally, It came so soon. That presence I felt. It’s so close. I can feel it holding me in its arms. I can’t think, I can’t speak, and I can’t even move. I could only hear the faint whisper of two mischievous words in my ear.
You know what…
I can scare myself when I write…
There’s a mirror next to my computer and a dark hallway behind me and I kept looking at it like SOMETHING. IS THERE.
This always happens when I write something like this. It’s like
*writes creepy scene* “Oh gawd” *looks at the mirror* “Okay good… nothing… there… NO THAT’S A LIE!! SOMETHING IS THERE I KNOW IT DAMN IT!”
Okay you know what. I’m done. I’m just done.