Midnight ghosts

Every night it is the same. The clock slowly creeps closer and closer to midnight. With five minutes to go I begin my ritual. I remove my clothes, making it harder for them to see me. With each breath I take it is as if another demon has come to get my damned soul and I.
It's minutes before midnight and I know they will come. I take a shot of whiskey to calm the nerves. Then I hear them knock as the clOck strikes. They howl and call for me. False promises are given. I refuse to give in. Then a new demon as calling, one with a voice I know well.
Cody calls out to me with his voice of steel. My first born was taken as a sacrifice to the dark lord. I know I must not make a sound, if they hear me they will surely enter and take my soul. It has been year since I have seen my son. It killed his mother to know that her son had taken after me instead of her. I hear him calling out, "father, help me. Forgive me for my crimes." he wants forgiveness, and I almost give in and call out to him. He choose the life of the damned.
I look back to his birth. He was perfect in every way. He was identical to my brother, his hair was blonde, so blonde it seemed white. His eyes were as blue as the caribean sea. Then we saw the mark. He had been branded by the devil early on. The mark was black in color and took up most of his back. it was a cross upside down with a sideways "s". It matched my own devil mark.
Raising him was difficult, I had left him and his mother when he was just a few weeks old. She had the instructions to raise him with the good lords word. He refused to listen. I retuned when he was three, he was already gone.
Now here I sit with the son I abandoned at birth. He Only knows what the dark lord tells him. Yes, this is my nightmare. No one is here to comfort the demon who sold his soul.

"HOTEL"

.  Their faces were all pierced, yes I  am in the projects of the perfect world.  I arrive at the local motel, its barely nine in the morning. Usually this place is busy with the dealers and the whores. This early they are still asleep come tonight, well I can only imagine the things I will see. The room is filthy,, with unmade beds, and unclean showers. I walk into the bathroom, when I see myself in the mirror I have changed already. My eyes no longer have the harmless look of a boy. Instead a cold gleam in inside of them, as if the water had frozen over.  My eyes focus on my long brown hair, my brother had short blonde hair. I pull out the bleach. , and pour it over my head. After the long locks look like they are pure blonde I get out my knife. I clean it with bleach, washing away all the blood.  I then use it to cut away as much hair as possible. It seems weird to be doing this. I feel like I am my brother, and this bothers me.  My hair looks choppy I go and get my back, a razor is in there and I start to hack away at my hair once more. When I am done my hair is shorter than I have ever seen it.  I pour more bleach on and step in to the shower. The water looks the color of rust, it obviously hasn’t been used in ages.  I start to wash off. I look down at the floor, blood is mixing with the soap suds.  ,

Hiding

I run back into the place I once called home. The bodies of the only people I had in this world are lying there. I feel no pity for them. They deserved it.  I run into my bedroom, touching the door frame three times before I enter. When I am in the room I make sure I do not touch anything else.  I go to my dresser and use an old pair of jeans to open the drawer.  I had been saving up to move out in the coming years, I didn’t even have to wait very long. I go over to the shelf where the knife once lay. Damn it, there is a ring of dust around where the knife should lay. I run back outside and find a rock that matches the size of the knife. I go back to the room, making sure I tap the door three times.

Distance

My heart was in my throat I couldn't breathe.i was going to die. I couldn't really figure out what i was running from but the more i ran the better i felt. my heart slowed down as i found my rhythm. i knew everything was down the drain. this would be the last time i would be pushed around the last time i would be forced to do something i didn't like the last time i would listen. i couldn't really decided where i was running to but it had to be better than what i was running from.  my anger still flooded into me making my blood boil causing my fists to clench.  i was at least a mile or two from the house now. they weren't looking for me i realized once my heart had calmed down. they had already forgotten about the girl they loved. i wasn't her anymore i was something new something different i wasn't the same person i would rise up and destroy them.   

ddss(different day, Same Shit)

"you think im lying"?  "no, i think you believe that i think your lying, but in reality i'm lying to you about your lie". he stopped and stared at me as the truth dawned on him. he knew that i knew and that was a dangerous thing.  i could see the hatered in his eyes. he didnt want this secret out he didnt want his love told. he didnt want the fact that he was in love with something so forbidden it was taboo to be anounced to the world. he knew i had the loud mouth to say something, but the popularity which would keep him from killing me. he couldnt kill me because people would notice, he could however try to tourture me. the thing was i was what he was in love with.

Introduction

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