Shit. I forgot. Hang on.
I never wanted to to sleep when I was younger. Nightmares would plague my dreams, and demons would kill the supposed angels that watched over me. But not any more. Because of him.
I don't know who he is. But now he comes to my rescue every night. He's hideous, and deformed, and his eyes are red as the blood that seeps from my wounds, but he saves me.
One night, I finally had the courage to ask "Who are you?"
"Someone you once knew." He said in a voice, cold, and multiplied, with cracks and pieces missing. I shivered, unnerved by this monster.
"Why do you save me?" I finally ask, my courage fading. He does not say. He just stares at my soul with his eyes of blood and I understand.
"Why me?" I blurt out. He gives me a look that could almost me called longing.
"Because you saved me." He says, and then he's gone, and the sun comes up.
I refuse to sleep for the next few weeks. I cant face his again, not until I understand what he told me. He said I saved him
But saved him from what? I racked my brain for times I saved people, but his face I never remembered. Until I did.
three years ago, as I walked home late one night after a party, there was a hit and run. Though it was more of a hit and hit and hit and hit and run. A ran over. His face was bloody, and the asphalt had shredded the side of his face. His body was deformed, and mangled, and he had many wounds gushing blood. He was hideous. He looked to be no older than I was.
I called the ambulance, and sat by his side. I was scared but be needed me.
"Hey," I said softly, took his hand, "its going to be okay. You are going to be fine. Please just hold on, help is coming."
"Thank you." He said, through a forced, broken voice.
"You're going to be alright."
They took him to the hospital, and began surgery. They asked me to go home. Reporters asked me what happened. I told them I didn't know.
On the news they said he survived surgery, and he was on his way to heal. But someone broke
In, and strangled him in his sleep.
I guess I forgot about him. I don't even know how, but somehow it came back.
That night I closed my eyes and succumbed to the sleep i'd been prolonging.
And he came. And fought of the demons that wanted to haunt me.
"Please." I said, "please tell me why you stay. I barely saved you. Why have you stayed for so long."
"Because," he said, his voice still cracked and multiplied, "you were the only one to not see me for the monster I was."
"What do you mean."
"There's a reason people wanted me dead. But you, so sat by me and held my hand and kept me save. You loved me in a world that hated me. I am doing the same for you."
"But-" But she was cut off as she woke up to the sound of her door opening. A figure stood in the shadows.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you?" it asked. "Took nearly four years. No matter. Max Skinner was supposed to die. You came in and nearly saved his life! Where I come from, there's punishment for that."
I barely saw the knife has he killed me. It hurt, but not for long. He snapped my spine before any of the real pain came.
I wish I could say I saw my life flash before my eyes, or saw loved ones. But none of that came. All I saw was him. but not the same as I once did.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracked from sadness. he was tall, and looked like a person. With hair, and eyes and skin, and I couldn't speak. I just cried as he took me in his arms, and comforted me as I once did him.
And he stayed by my side. Forever.
+-+-
Sorry it's a bit shitty. I came up with this just now. Hope you like :D
Err not entirely true...
You can take parts from other faces and combine then with other parts to make certain people/creatures.
So that monster you saw could just be all of your crappy teachers you had combined into one ugly figure.
I never wanted to to sleep when I was younger. Nightmares would plague my dreams, and demons would kill the supposed angels that watched over me. But not any more. Because of him.
I don't know who he is. But now he comes to my rescue every night. He's hideous, and deformed, and his eyes are red as the blood that seeps from my wounds, but he saves me.
One night, I finally had the courage to ask "Who are you?"
"Someone you once knew." He said in a voice, cold, and multiplied, with cracks and pieces missing. I shivered, unnerved by this monster.
"Why do you save me?" I finally ask, my courage fading. He does not say. He just stares at my soul with his eyes of blood and I understand.
"Why me?" I blurt out. He gives me a look that could almost me called longing.
"Because you saved me." He says, and then he's gone, and the sun comes up.
I refuse to sleep for the next few weeks. I cant face his again, not until I understand what he told me. He said I saved him
three years ago, as I walked home late one night after a party, there was a hit and run. Though it was more of a hit and hit and hit and hit and run. A ran over. His face was bloody, and the asphalt had shredded the side of his face. His body was deformed, and mangled, and he had many wounds gushing blood. He was hideous. He looked to be no older than I was.
I called the ambulance, and sat by his side. I was scared but be needed me.
"Hey," I said softly, took his hand, "its going to be okay. You are going to be fine. Please just hold on, help is coming."
"Thank you." He said, through a forced, broken voice.
"You're going to be alright."
They took him to the hospital, and began surgery. They asked me to go home. Reporters asked me what happened. I told them I didn't know.
On the news they said he survived surgery, and he was on his way to heal. But someone broke
I guess I forgot about him. I don't even know how, but somehow it came back.
That night I closed my eyes and succumbed to the sleep i'd been prolonging.
And he came. And fought of the demons that wanted to haunt me.
"Please." I said, "please tell me why you stay. I barely saved you. Why have you stayed for so long."
"Because," he said, his voice still cracked and multiplied, "you were the only one to not see me for the monster I was."
"What do you mean."
"There's a reason people wanted me dead. But you, so sat by me and held my hand and kept me save. You loved me in a world that hated me. I am doing the same for you."
"But-" But she was cut off as she woke up to the sound of her door opening. A figure stood in the shadows.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you?" it asked. "Took nearly four years. No matter. Max Skinner was supposed to die. You came in and nearly saved his life! Where I come from, there's punishment for that."
I wish I could say I saw my life flash before my eyes, or saw loved ones. But none of that came. All I saw was him. but not the same as I once did.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracked from sadness. he was tall, and looked like a person. With hair, and eyes and skin, and I couldn't speak. I just cried as he took me in his arms, and comforted me as I once did him.
And he stayed by my side. Forever.
+-+-
Sorry it's a bit shitty. I came up with this just now. Hope you like :D
You can take parts from other faces and combine then with other parts to make certain people/creatures.
So that monster you saw could just be all of your crappy teachers you had combined into one ugly figure.