SilvestteNightshade

The final week before Sleeping Beauty was spent beside Hazel's hospital bed. We all knew she was going, just didn't know when. I was the one that stayed beside her almost constantly, along with Mr and Mrs Lancaster, the others where only there for an hour or two at a time. Hazel sounded terrible, her voice croakier and raspier than before. Every so often she would vomit, into a bucket the hospital provided. It was heartbreaking. “I'm glad Gus isn't alive to see me like this,” she said, out of nowhere, one day. “I mean, when he knew me I wasn't in the best of states, but at least I was presentable.” “I'm sure you

Darkness. All I can see is pure, utter darkness. It may go on for miles. It may never end. It certainly feels like it. I shut my eyes and inhale deeply. Straight away, I regret my decision and breathe out again, gagging and retching. The awful smell of damp, and something else, fills my sinuses. Tentatively, I take another breath, before vomiting beside me, adding to the unbearable reek. Flesh. Rotting Flesh. Immediately, my body goes into overdrive. My pulse is racing, my breathing short and quick. My mind can't take it anymore, and I pass out. Agony. All I can feel is complete, overbearing agony. It doesn't seem to stop. But eventually it

Christmas wasn't the usual, merry occasion that year. Everyone was acting happy, opening presents, filling up on turkey and cranberry sauce, singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town til our mouths dried up. But it was all masking the melancholy aura in the air. The Lancasters were to spend Christmas day and Boxing day with Mom, Graham and I, in knowing this would be Hazel's last Christmas. Hazel herself was completely enjoying the day, but I think both me and her parents could sense she was longing for Gus, who she never had the chance to celebrate the festive season with. We sat in the living room, everyone watching Mary Poppins or some shit m

*Jeff POV* "Great," I mutter under my breath. "Juuust great." I stare at the dead corpse in front if me. I hear sirens blaring in the distance, and a blue light at the window. The door bursts open and the words 'GAME OVER' flash across the screen. I slide the laptop off my lap and onto the coffee table by my feet. I lay back on the black leather sofa, my scarred hands behind my neck, put on my eyemask, and fall asleep. I am awoken to a bleeping on my laptop. I push my mask up onto my forehead and check my PC. A new window of an application I've never seen before, Cleverbot, pops up, blinking. User: Hello You: Who is this? User: BEN_Drown

Seven months since I went blind, four months after my best friend, Augustus Waters ceased to exist, three months after my friend, Leo and I got together at Dakota's eighteenth birthday, I got a phone call from Hazel. In the past nine months, my Mom, and well-wishers modified all my equipment, to have braille, or audio description. A Californian woman, named Helen, programmed into my phone, told me it was Hazel. “Hi Hazel,” I said, picking up the phone. “I'm afraid it's not Hazel,” informed a middle-aged man, which I vaguely recognized as Mr Lancaster's voice. “But I did want to talk about her.” I gulped. O