Citadel Of Secrets - Chapter 5: Changes Of Fate

Chapter 5:

Changes Of Fate

 

The bus finally arrived at my destination, it was relieving to know that I could be in my room, and sleep this sickness away. I got off the bus, thinking of what had happened before, on the bus, and all I could come up with, was that I was hallucinating. I walked towards my house, and reached in my right pocket for the house keys. I opened the door, walked in quickly, and cleaned off my shoes from the snow.

 

I started walking to my room, and saw my mother walking towards me, from my room. “Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong” she said to me, “Just…leave me alone for awhile I’ll tell you later…” I said back, while I walked to my room. I locked the door, took off my shoes, and went to my bed to lie on my back.

 

Tears began to run down my face, my fears, all my fears, had looked at me in the face, and tore me to pieces. I had different emotions; I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. Fear, for some reason, was not the reason why I was how I was. I felt numb, weird, I could say probably sad too.

 

I got up from my back, and walked slowly towards my bathroom, still wondering what was going on. I felt almost controlled; I locked the door, and put on my music. The only thing sounding was static; I walked backwards, and fell on my back. The lights started flashing on and off, I made out a figure coming towards me, I tried to crawl backwards, but I couldn’t. The static became screams, and Black Metal, I looked quickly at the iPod player, and back at the figure. I closed my eyes, and screamed.

 

“David are you okay?” I heard my mom yelling from the other side of the door. Since she had the key to every room in the house, except the bathrooms, she could come as she pleased, but we had made a deal, and plus it was my privacy. “David?” she asked again, “Yeah…I’m okay…I think…” I yelled back cadent. There was nothing, completely nothing weird about the bathroom, and it was the same as I entered. I looked around, Kelly Clarkson was playing, “Am I losing my mind?” I asked myself. I got out of the bathtub, and looked at the iPod player. It was normal, but I looked closer anyways, it started moving, almost vibrating. I tilted my head back, before anything happened.

 

The vibrations got harder and louder, “Twas like the unending sound of Harmony in constant Death-Knell by war drums of the forsaken…” I thought to myself. I kept walking backwards, the thought alone of me thinking this way scared me. I fell backwards, in tears. The vibrations seemed to get slower, but at the same time I couldn’t tell, my mind was wondering how I thought that description of what I was hearing.  I got myself up, just enough to sit down, and looked at the floor. Black liquid was falling from an unknown source. I reached slowly towards where the black liquid was coming from, put my hand towards my face, and felt it softly. I took my hand off my face, and saw a black substance, almost like chalk, lying there.

 

I stood up, almost in awe, trying to see what was on my face. I heard the vibrations slowly disappearing, and as I did, I walked more towards the mirror. I finally reached my destination, and saw that my eyes were dilated, and seemed to be bleeding some black substance, but for some reason, I was not afraid. My face was pale, my eye’s seemed darker, and my entire figure, had this whole dark meaning that not even I could understand. The music completely hanged, it was a different type of music, something I had never heard before, but still it comforted me, as if I was in pure Heaven.

 

I reached to touch the mirror, to see if maybe it was playing tricks on me. From that moment on, fear had no play on me, and my ways had changed. I slowly reached, with my hand, to touch the mirror. As I did, the music became louder and louder, and only to harmonize my soul. I almost caressed the mirror, and as I did, everything changed.

Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 1/22/2009 3:59:59 PM
Wow, this is just getting more and more intense. I'm excited to see where this is going

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 1/21/2009 1:11:17 PM
Creepy. But good.

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Novel / Novella
Mystery
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†"I always wondered if being dark or light, would change my vision of this world, I was right. At the cost of being dark, I killed, ate, and lied for most of my life. I still remember the blackest memories, in that Citadel Of Secrets."† - David Angel

My Blackest Memories...


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