Writing Down My Thoughts [STORYLINE]
This is a written post. I tried doing it with pictures and it failed something bad. xD It's not a huge main part but it is important.
There's some lightly mature content. It's not long. But it's cut for mature themes.
The sandy blonde haired boy sighed as he looked up from his book. Baby-faced and brown eyed he scanned his makeshift lab with disdain. He looked down to his book again, his eyes scanning the pages. Poisonous and Deadly Herbs of The Red Kingdom. This was the title on the heavy book.
Edgar was nearly finished though he'd already read the book twice over before. Despite his young appearance he was far from it. Well, far enough that a human may consider him old. By comparison to an adult in his home he was merely a young teenager. He sighed lightly and closed the book. Finished. He liked to refresh himself on these things.
However something had been nagging at his mind. A frustration in the form of his six foot two easily distracted brother who was likely at this moment shirking on his duties yet again. Off flirting or sleeping or doing something completely and needlessly frivolous. He sighed and stood, leaving his book on his chair, walking to his bookshelf.
The shelf was made of a solid wood. Mahogany. It fit well in the room lit only by candlelight. He reached up the shelf and picked up a small-ish book, bound in blue fabric, a black ribbon tying it shut. In the bottom corner a small E labelled it as his diary. It was here that he left all of his most nagging and endless thoughts. The ones that wouldn't leave him until they were out. It was full of spare pages that he's stuffed in, a few pages were bloodstained. He flipped past those quickly, a frustrated look on his face.
However one caught his eye. He looked at it and sighed.
June 25,
Father has been acting strangely again. He watches me. It is a way in which I feel uncomfortable to be alone with him. I know he has done awful things. I have been the victim of his mental assaults. I can only protect my mind from his hurtful words and the way he treats me so much longer. I fear that if I am to be subjected any longer I'd rather see my own death than go on. But his eyes...the way he watches me now...they've become hungry. I fear he is steadily falling into madness. Madness or something worse. I've seen him look at others with those eyes. He used to look at Mother that way before he knew of her treachery. But in this way...there's something different. Something...psychotic even. I fear that any day I will not awaken to write here again.
Should I find myself lost to the such fearful things I want this to serve as my memoir. I will leave it here in my lab. Protected by my guards until the ends of time and beyond. At least one part of me may be preserved.
Edgar's shaking hand flipped the page. He hated to read such things. He hated to think what might have happened had they not fled. It was only kind to say that Edgar hated their father. He hated him for the monster he was. However he also hated all humans. He blamed them in part for his misery.
He flipped the pages quickly and sighed, choking back a silent whimper, drying his eyes behind his glasses, preventing himself from shedding the tears as soon as he felt them. Once he'd found his blank page and took a deep breath and grabbed his quill. He began to write furiously.
August 14,
I wish that this cursed day had never happened. I wish that this day had skipped in time all those years ago. I wish....I wish I did not exist. This day is the one day I hate most of all...
-To Be Continued.