July 1st, 2075

I step out the doors of my concrete house. It’s plain with not many furnishings other than a bed, kitchen, and bathroom. I own a radio, but everyone owns a radio. How else would the tyrants talk to us?

My name is Aria Fern. I’m an West American Colony citizen. Or in short terms, I’m from the WAC.

After WWIII, America was divided, just like many other countries. Since Russia had...

I can remember everything she ever said

I can remember the day that I found her dead

I can remember how she laughed and cried

And I remember how she smiled before she died

I remember everything about her

It is my curse to bear

I see her in every aspect of life

I see her and the bloody knife

I remember everything about that night

I wake up screaming every morning in fright

I worry myself to ...

I see him. He’s a dark man with tall shadows surrounding him. He’s a cold man with no heart. He was a man of many men. He was a tall demon. A dangerous shadow.

I see him. He walks into his room and struts around like a peacock. Humans never know what lurks in their closets. They only ever think about what they see. Not what they don’t.

I lick my lips. I could laugh at him. He’s foolish. He’s a...

I stared at her. She was my only hope. She was everything to me. This world needed her. Her blood could save everyone.

But as her blood flows from her blood, it’s not the gold that I need to see. It’s the color black I see. It’s the color of the darkest nights. It’s the color of our worst fears. It’s the color that will ruin me.

I cried out in anger. I was wrong. No one could know. I would be ...

_~Avery~_

Blood scattered across my clothes as I continued to hit at the creature. It screamed repeatedly, its horrible screeches making my body shake. How dare it scream like it deserves a chance to live?

It doesn’t.

I continue to beat it do death. I punched it over and over again before grabbing the knife off the counter. I should have done this earlier. Anya would never see it coming.

Oh, ...

Sleep in nice. It’s peaceful. It’s angelic. It’s loving.

Death is not nice. It’s not peaceful. It’s not angelic. It’s not loving.

Death is welcoming. It’s a cold embrace. It’s an old friend that you never saw coming.

Sleep is not death. Death is not sleep. Neither are what you want them to be. Some nights, sleep is not nice. Some days, death is not welcoming.

Death is an old friend. Sleep ...

I have a reason for all of this. I have a reason for following her through the dark city streets at night. I have a reason. I have a reason for mapping this course for her to follow tonight.

She deserves it. She deserves to suffer through this. She deserves everything that’s coming for her.

I have a reason for grabbing her into the shadows. I have a reason for covering her mouth before anyone ...

I see the swan float past me. I smile at it. Its eyes meet mine and it lets out a horrified shriek. I nod slightly, ignoring the pain in my neck.

The water around me is red. It’s my blood. I saw no one when it happened. They wore black. They grabbed me in the night. They grabbed my throat, suffocating me and brining me to to the brink. Then they let me live.

They cut me, repeatedly. They left ...

Until it’s a bunch of hearts in a jar....

_I love you _

I hear your voice

God, what fool made that choice

How did I believe every word you said

How did I not see that it was a dead end

_I live for your smile _

Your favorite song is engraved in my mind

I still go out at night, hoping it’s you I find

I order your favorite drink when you said it was mine

And I still regret all of those tears I cried saying I was fine

_Where are yo...