《1.》


 The Rule of 1.

    Here I Stay.


    Alone to Time, a slave to myself.


    I seethe in my own recluse, a grasped feeling in my heart weighing in absolute silence that I have come


    to know and fear, A silence that is so oppressive and empty my eyes drift to the overly grey life that I have lived. Nothing seems to feel real, emotion? love? sadness.


    Watching those whom I''ve known for what feels like a faint lifetime die and quickly fade from my memory. An absent family that seems to be nothing more than a visage of my impending disdainStolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    for familiar affections, as all I know is verbal and physical abuse from those who pretend to care for me.


    I lived in my own Shattered mind, fragmented from the pain you cause to me, beating me with the old bat that you hide in your closet stained with malice and disgust for me.


    I haven''t heard your footsteps come for me, the house sits still as the first lights of dawn come through my boarded up windows.


    I will sit lifelessly until I hear that familiar creaking, yelling and the shifting locks that keep me here in my perfect life.


    Alone. Quietly waiting to sleep.

 Sleep

    It''s so very cold, I find it hard to breathe as I woke up on the frozen to the concrete my hands shaking from frostbite.


    The snow is coming down heavy and fast, so I had to carefully peeled my face off the concrete as to not tear skin,


    With what''s left of my fingernails I slowly started to scrap my exposed skin off the ground as my hot breath burns my frozen fingers.


    The sky darkens as the storm grows closer I decide to tear the rest off hoping not too much blood obscures my vision as I shakingly stand on my feet using a nearby wall to hold my withered body, I slowly move as my ankles feel frozen through and brittle as I confide in the wall for support as I look for a way out of the cold.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    It takes a few minutes to find a door it''s metal handle stings my flesh as I attempt to grip the handle, I can barely open it as the wind applies a heavy force keeping it closed a costly toll it takes on my hands as my skin is being peeled off my hand my grip tightens as the idea of gripping the door after it has ripped the skin from my fingers is unimaginable..


    I pull with what''s left of my strength to ajar the ice covered door and quickly putting my foot in the door so it wont close, the weight of it crushing but none the less was open as I roughly squeezed myself into the dilapidated building the wind outside is ear-piercing and screams as I falter next to the door.


    Its cold, I''m cold..


    as I collapse my mind envisages a warmer time as I drift back to sleep.....

 Its called Rain.

    I feel it falling down my face as I watch the sky crack open to unveil colors beyond my imagination,


    A deep sensation of loneliness sweeps my being as I feel insignificant in this blissful universe.


    Above beyond heavens grasp lies an infinite canvas of colors and raw creation exploding beyond the concept of understanding leaving behind fragments for us to discover


    a sweeping dread of impending danger as we gaze into the empty abyss filled with billions upon trillions of distant star systems and yet nothing seems to be looking back.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    I feel almost as empty as this craving black void that swallows the sky,


    low rumbling, flashes of blinding light close my eyes to the night,


    Now I am alone in this little house.


    Alone in a hauntingly silent forest that utters not a single sound.


    Here I will die without notice, No wind to carry my scent, No animal to consume my flesh, No insect to rend my decaying essence from my bones.


    A truly horrific way to go..


    I feel it falling down my face, am I crying because I cant tell anymore..


    I must be going insane


    I don''t recognize the stars at night.


    Why is it raining?

 Sempiternity in the Slipping

    Infinite Wonder!!!


    Halls that have no meaning yet feel real enough to have purpose,


    Windows that lead to vast empty landscapes that invoke an Eerie serene silence.


    I feel almost vague and obscure in this mashed existence, like a gross stain on utter chaotic perfection, You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    Bygone gods could barely understand the shapes or implications of these designs in their vast obscure Dimensions


    Stairs that climb forever, doors that lead nowhere, forests on the ceiling, chirping of birds in empty rooms filled with clouds..


    From time to time you do see others exploring this strange realm they called themselves a major exploring.. something?


    I don''t understand their need to catalog this unknowable world, they waved goodbye as I slowly ascended on my Endless Escalator into the Beyond.


    [Journal Entry - 00001]


    -Into the Backrooms-