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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:26 pm
   Name of Nightmare: Faint
Fear: Needle
Home: Operis
NM's Personality: Fun-loving. Attention whore. Pettable. I mean this is what you would think right? She has a side of evil.. a side of chaos and mayhem that comes out every once in a while. Its "point".. will get ******** made no matter what. And that point has been threatened to me a couple of times already. I don't think Faint likes me.. just tolerates me.. and enjoys scaring the holy s**t out of me when I don't give her enough attention. She gets what she wants no matter what .. please watch out Grim ...
Name of Human: Grace
Human's History:
When I was a little kid I had.. a veeeeerry bad immune system. I would get sick often, having to have three surgeries that were to try and help my sinus problems. I had IVs.. a lot. Every week I was driven about a half hour from home to this place where I would get a comfy bed, a crappy meal, and a sharp object shoved into me. Neeedless to say I was not happy. Allergy shots, Blood Tests, etc... they never were my favorite things. I screamed, kicked, cried, and was held down by nurses while something pointy was stuck deep inside of me. It was either pushing something in or taking something precious from me. Through all this.. I grew up.. and I survived, My immune system is fine... or is it? ...
A while back I found out I got Diabetes. This was a signal of bad things to come. Sugar.. I cant stop eating. And needles... are used to see if I am "healthy" . I am not. I cant even drive even though I am 18. My sugar level is out of whack. I am a type 2 diabetic though... meaning I take pills and not shots. Dreams... dreams of needles that I myself would have to stab myself with in order to survive? That haunts me. It scares me. If a nurse holds me down then how.. can I do it myself? Memories haunt me and nightmares slowly pour in. Will the sun rise tomorrow? Or will I drown in a sea of.. sharp metal? 
Name of Nightmare: Grim
Fear: Death
Home: Atrum
NM's Personality: Cold, calculating, sarcastic, and a bit of a psycho when it comes to certain things. Psycho might include him maiming you or flailing about whenever he is confused. Doesn't seem to like me.. go figure. He may be dead sexy but if you dare call him that you might lose a limb. He also seems to enjoy annoying faint. Wonder how that will turn out .....
Name of Human: Grace
Humans History:
Death... a natural process in every human beings life. We as mortals all fade with time and age. From the day we are born, we start to die. Why is such a natural thing so hard to accept at times? When someone you care about leaves without notice we as humans get emotional. We realize how fragile we really are. If we are so fragile then how can we survive? WHY do we survive? We fear what would happen if all we cared about ceased to exist, leaving us alone in a cold world. I lost my mom, to cancer just last year. She fought it for so long, such determination made me cry. How could I go through all that just for one person? Dad had passed away years ago, my grandparents all gone as well. As an example to the realization of fragile beings, my grandfather died not one month after his last son, my father. He finally gave out, realizing that his wife and children had left all before him. Humans are given the key to this world yet there are so many things we cannot control. Death might be needed in order to maintain a balance, but oh how it haunts me knowing that I have such little left.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:10 pm
Info.. on.. me? Oh dear. -bad feeling-
I am an 19 year old human female currently taking a few college courses. Both my parents have passed away... so I have moved 400 miles from home in order to live with my brother. Jooooy... I can annoy him in person again. Whoot! Oh.. there are five cats in this house. I.wear.black. This does not bode well for me XD
-watches black shirt turn white-
I miss my friends. I miss my old home. I miss a lot. But.. I try to remember that there is always a future and that I should try to make the best of things. Cheesy.. but true. So I hope to make a life for myself. Doesn't meant I know what I plan to do career wise... but at the very least I have time to think about it while I stay with my brother.. and his wife.. and their horde of cats...
I am moody. Do I have a right to be after all the crap that keeps happening? Probably so. Do I however believe I do? No. So like... if I apologize a billion times after ranting to you... just like.. nod or something to acknowledge that my brain hasn't popped and I can like stop.. and .. er.. ..
-mind has wandered-
Er.. anyway.
I co-own a shop if anyone cares to know.
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=16637153
Thats right. Fear them. Feeeeear the cuddly... ebil things.
Music? I like .. er.. rock. Many genre's of rock.. but.. rock. Favorite band is My Chemical Romance. Though.. I listen to things from 3 Doors down to Slipknot so my tastes are wide O_o
I adore to write. Seriously, as long as there is no damned deadline. -coughs-
So most of my good writing is on Gaia ..heh. Not turned in for a grade or anything.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:21 am
What the hell? ......
[3am is a peculiar time of night. Its still very dark outside and its not really going to be sunny for a few more hours. Its the wrong time of night to still be awake though, especially if one has to be up in a matter of hours.
Snuggled in my pillow I hug an extra one for comfort. No teddy to soothe me and calm me down.. noo.. I have a snuuuuggly pillow. Dreams are something that normally confuse me. They never make sense anymore. Long ago they used to scare me, perhaps after a scary movie that I watched with my dad. Now they are random things that still make no sense even IF I remember something small and pathetic from it. So yea.... this night was peculiar indeed.
Gasping.. for air..
It's hard when your drowning in a sea of blood.. a sea of blood thats flowing through millions of needles. Boat? Paddle? Would it ******** matter?! If anything were to have to seen this and not faint then by god they have no emotions.
Curling.. crying...
Waking up and drenched in sweat, tearing a hole in your "security pillow"
Why.. was this happening?
I had no reason to be thinking of that. None at all... I refuse to check my blood sugar. I refuse to take care of myself. I refuse to admit that something is wrong with me.. and. that I am afraid.
"But.. thats it.. is it not?"
Wha... what do you mean? ...
"The needles.. they killed you... not the blood. You dont fear that blood, it only represents your ailment.. the one you pretend to not.. have"
First off... if you hear any freaky voices in your room at 3am then why the flying hell are you talking back?!
Me? I'm dumb. And if I dont see anyone then it must still be part of the dream.. right? Please.. let this be a dream...
I search around hoping to find something to grab on but all I can find are the needles. They gash into me, slicing me into pieces until nothing is left. Nothing except a faint echo of what was once a human being. A faint echo of this human and a chilling laughter of the same voice.. the voice thats familiar yet unknown by me.
Not much else is remembered about this.. experience.
I must have fallen back asleep. Or woken up. I.. don't.. know anymore.
I yawn and realize that hey.. I'm almost late for class. Yay. And have to be all speedy and get ready. That.. image.. that voice.. I remember vividly though. Not like the "normal" dreams of mine. If this is a dream.. and if the sea I drowned is happens to be a reality.. then I don't want to ever wake up.. I would rather be a drone, following a routine each day than to fall to such a gruesome and.. painful fate. I dont...
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:16 am
The dreaded doctor appointment. I guess I don't really have to worry about it unless I like.. actually.. call and schedule one right? I know for a fact I wont be able to drive until my blood sugar is stable. But.. the needles. Why should I have to be stuck a billion times in order to be "better" as they say? They cant be good.. they creep me out and manage to make me want to faint. Such an awesome sensation no?
As I avoid calling both my doctor and my dentist I get a sense of smugness on my face. A small sense f accomplishment. Oh yes.. I have finally gotten the willpower to avoid them both. I will not call.. I will NOT submit to anymore of this. Afterall, I wasnt born with this.. why wouldn't it just go away?
Sharp.. pains..
As I awake from my nap.
Distant voices....
Of my father, my mother, and all others that have fallen and also tried to tell me that medicine is for the better good. Needles are good.
Not once did I ever agree with them. I just nodded my head as I kicked a nurse to try and pry her off of me.
What... is happening to me? Why now? Why am I even THINKING about needles.. now?
As I say this slowly to myself a faint glow enters into my view. Purplish.. pink.. it hovers as if its made of gas. It speaks. Yes, it speaks. It speaks in the same familiar yet unknown voice that I had heard not long ago.
It cackles. It glares. It shines its sharp insides at me then disappears as if it was never there.
I need.. a drink.
Therapy.
I need something to tell me that I am not ******** crazy...
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:19 pm
I think I am going insane. Its not even a distant joke to me anymore. My dreams are getting worse, nightmares are popping up around every I try and doze off. I doze.. to somewhere unfamiliar.. as dreams are foreign to me.
That aura? ... Was it real or a dream? As I walk these deserted halls of my home I can see it. Is it there or forever engraved onto my mind? An illusion of hostility, every growing, ever haunting. A cackling pink spirit of doom has made its home in my mind. How lovely.
5am, I look at the faint glow of my Gameboy's light. I will not sleep. Will.. I?
As I look at the little Pokemon running around I sigh, reaching over to my counter to grasp onto my clock. In doing this though something is in my way. I feel around and feel the roughness of.. skin? Freaking I jump back and stare into the red eyes of something.. something dead-like. It grins at me and stares back. Quite amused at my terror it seems. Its.. a boy? A young boy... but how can it be in my room? I call out to it, asking why it's here. Dumb of me but the best I can think of. If the kid was hostile then its not like running would be a better choice. Still, I get no response from it. Just a cackle and a shake of his wrist. It gets up and moves away from my clock stand, blood dripping from his hands and onto my floor.
In a flash of shadows that swirl around me he is gone. I look down, no blood. I look at the clock, it has stopped. Batteries dead? Who knows. I get up, cringe, and walk down the hallway for breakfast despite me having no hunger. An excuse of mine to be up perhaps. An excuse to tell my brother. I am not insane no? Just a dream or illusion from the lack of sleep itself. It will all go away.... won't it?
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 12:08 am
A strange meeting and the dawn of an even stranger partnership.
Grim was currently in wait for Grace to fall back asleep. He lay in the corner of her mind, the closest he could be to both his world and his own.
"Bor..ing" was all he could mutter.
There was nothing here to destroy, nothing to fiddle with or scare. As he twitched and lay against the murky walls something floated over his head. Odd...
Grim looked above him with an expressionless look upon his face. He knew it was a lower level of his kind, a common fear. So thats who the other Nightmare was, the presence he felt when he had found his human amusement. He tilted his head and reached up at the pink and purple aura, trying to shoo it away. It didn't move. Instead it laughed and swayed back and forth while continuing to hover above Grim.
Grim eventually got annoyed and hissed. He reached up again and grabbed it. Now, him doing this is even odder. He grabbed something with no shape, something with a needle inside it that didn't even phase him. Despite this he was actually able to drag the aura down to his level and glare at it as it flailed about in his grasp. He clicked his bones together, making a sharp cracking noise. The aura stopped flailing and grew brighter, making a "hmph" sound as it lay limp.
Grim was amused by its resistance and held it upside down, studying it a bit. He stared at the needle, assuming that was the base of its existence.
"Fear of.. needles? Dumb"
The aura flailed again. "I'm NOT dumb you insolent little terror. What? So your bigger than me? Thats your reason to act all tooooough?" Grim blinked and continued to hold it in his hands.
"No... being bigger than you is amusing on its own, pipsqueak. I act tough because I can"
With that he sighed and let go of the little aura. The aura itself cursed and circled around him. Not quite ready to leave. Grim however was too busy ignoring her and staring into the abyss. He eventually smacked at her to make her stop moving and went back to freakishly staring at her.
"Your name?" the terror said coldly.
The aura twitched violently and squeaked loudly.
"Faint. Whats it to you, bone boy?"
Grim smirked and picked up a rock. He tossed it up and down a few times before suddenly throwing it at Faint.
"And mine is Grim, pinky. I assume you found Grace before me, how stupid of me to not have come introduce myself"
He said that laughing a bit, not really had wanted to see the other fear. Still.. perhaps the fear could be some fun. Fun with Grace and fun without. With a yawn he got up and kicked a few more rocks in the process.
"You, fear, your amusing despite your stupidity. Stick with me and being terror to the girl can be twice the fun"
Faint was disgusted at the Terrors hospitality. Then again. she hated anyone that didn't treat her like a goddess. This boy was anything BUT the kind of person she liked. Still.. the thought of being able to torture a human even more than she could right now was amusing to her. With a hiss she fluttered away. musing at the idea but not giving an answer. Grim merely sighed once more and went to check to see if his victim was asleep yet~
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 11:10 pm
A short recording of the day Faint got even more stuck up then normal.
Faint hovered. She was stalking her human, waiting for her to fall asleep so that she could have a little fun for once. As she heard snowing she hovered ever so closely to her human, giggling softly into the night. She stopped though, her aura glowing and shifting violently. As she screeched it seemed as if her aura was fading. Not fading fully away but instead into a more solidified form. She fell to the ground, a bright flash of pink ensnared the entire room. In the end all that was there was a terror, a figure that was in the shape of a young girl. A young girl with a look of evil fixated inside of her eyes.
Faint clutched the ground with her new hands, trying to pick herself up. While it might have taken her a few tries she was eventually on her feet and stumbling towards the bedside of Grace. She patted at the sheets that Grace lay cocooned inside of, a grin lay on her adorable yet creepy face. This was about the time that Grace jumped, getting tangled inside of the sheets and blankets. She stared at the young girl that was at her bedside and whimpered, knowing that this wasn't a good sign. First a ghost then a young boy. She didn't need a young girl as well.
Faint took a bow and giggled loudly. "Hello again... dear girl. Do you remember me?"
Grace twitched, remembering that familiar voice that had haunted her many times before. Why did it appear to her like this now? And why was it tormenting her now of all times? She hugged her sheets tightly and closed her eyes in hopes that it would all go away. Faint merely continued to giggle and with a snap of a finger she was gone. Tonight she would let the human rest. Tomorrow she would have fun with her new powers. As Grace opened her eyes she scanned the room and whimpered, knowing that something had to be wrong with her. No doctor would touch her though, she would fight this on her own.
As Faint left the mortal realm and started for her own once more she stopped in the girls mind. She wanted to taunt more than the girl after all. Grim was there, sitting down with his box of toys. Though they weren't normal toys they were toys to him, ones that amused him. She snuck up on him and gave him a small peck on the cheek before vanishing once more. Grim turned back and clawed at the simple faint pink aura that was left behind, wondering what the living hell has just happened.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 3:50 pm
Ever have the feeling that something or someone up there wants you to suffer as much as possible? I am cursed with well... feet problems. And since I am a diabetic it can turn really ugly, really fast, if it is not properly cared for. Well its about now that a problem pops up and gets bad enough to where I think I need to go see a doctor. Yes.. they will have to take... a large needle and stab my foot in order to numb it and then cut some of it out. I REFUSE to do this. Justing thinking about it makes me cringe. So instead I hope and pray... and soak it and clean it and try whatever the ******** type of medicine I think might help. By some miracle it gets better! In all my joy I then go to bed. I get up later and trip over something, making a half inch gouge into my OTHER foot ..... blood drips from it as I waddle to the bathroom. Cat hair and litter all over the place. Yes.. I walk in it of course. I clean it and put a bandage. Now.. instead of limping with my left foot I now limp with my right. Yippie.
I avoid a needle, something thats a rare accomplishment for me. In my own stupidity I wound myself in another way. My aunt.. is real sick. She got an infection in a cut like that and her whole bottom half of her leg gets cut off. Cancer runs in my family and I already have Diabetes. Wanna know something? It wont matter. I wont live till that time. I'll trip and kill myself before I hit the age of 20.
As I sleep I wonder to myself just what the hell is happening to me. Things get worse, never better. I swear I see pink in the corner of my eye each day and my nightmares are getting worse. Red.. red is saved for the darker ones.. the ones I feel that I might never wake up from. Why does it seem like my greatest fears are breathing? Living colors, living beings that dwell inside of my sad little life. I can't think.. I cant even eat right. I feel sick and twisted up inside.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:11 am
Que?....
Ever have the strange feeling that you might be drowning despite the fact there is no water anywhere near you? Oh the joy of slowly slinking into the abyss of sorts, your fragile mind breaking under the pressure that builds deep inside of your heart.
***
I have given name to my fears. I call them Faint and Grim. I call them "fears" for a reason. When I feel a dreaded feeling of demise I see.. him. When I dread the needles I try to avoid I see.. her. They are always near me now, singing into the back of my very mind.
I need peace... something.. someone.. anything to cure me.
"Cure? ... dear child... you are not sick at all.."
" ... Get away from me Faint... "
"Darling.. you don't approve of me being here? Too bad, I had her first"
Please... leave me be...
"We shall never... "
Get used to us, you are ours~
***
No one else.. can hear them? My friends have labeled me as nuts. They say that it's my lack of sleep that is causing me to hear things. But.. these voices.. are what keep me from sleeping. What is going on? ... I'm drowning once more. This time I might not make it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 11:01 pm
A slight premonition~
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Shakespeare~
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 11:29 pm
Is it possible to literally feel pain inside of a dream? Bah.. most would say it's not possible unless perhaps you fell off of your bed or something similar. I swear.. something is far from right though. Things are getting worse and I don't know how to stop it. No one will help, they all think I'm starving for attention and making things up. I know .. I know I''m not crazy .. something is really after me. Right? ...
I woke up last night, shaking and hot. It felt as if I had been asleep for weeks and all I could hear were faint screams dangling inside of my skull.
.....Melody? ... Who is Melody? ... Why is that name familiar?
Oh yes, she was the girl I had met in my dream was she not? She felt so familiar yet so distant. It was as if she was real .. how.. how can she be real? Why do I feel as if I haven't slept for ages yet I just woke up? I remember red eyes, the one's I always see in the corner of each room. Was it a boy? A young boy clad in the most crimson of blood. It was him all along, the one I knew the voice to but had not seen a face. Who was he and why is he everywhere I seem to go? Death.. he made me feel so weak. He made me feel so fragile, like I could break apart any second. Such a child yet such a monster.
It's 4am and I have no will to go back to sleep at all. I must not, I cannot. I fear that I will meet that young monster once more. I fear what would happen if I meet him alone, without the company of that girl. Melody.. please be ok. I know you were real. Everything in my life has been out to get me, even my mind. You however tried to help me, thank you. Maybe one day I will meet you again without the fears we both fight with. Maybe one day with your help I can find sanity again .. and find peace.
By the faint light of a DS screen go I into the early morning. Pokemon isn't frightening at the very least unless of course you count the really bad acting most of the Rocket members have. What will my brother say this time? I have morning class and I'm half-asleep. Oh god will this suck ....
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 3:51 am
Something strange had happened. Something bad for Grace one would assume. Still tonight was one filled with mixed results?
A tall figure emerged from the shadows. His hair tied up, falling down to his thighs. While a smirk he slowly made his way to his victim. With his long "staff" in one hand he forced it deep into the ground and loomed over the small figure before him.
Well well... what have we here? ... Come to brag that you're taller again?
This victim was Faint of course and she was busy glaring at the figure before her.
"Shut up Pinky.. before I sit on you or something. Don't think I've forgotten our last meeting either. KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF" he said with a look of utter shock filling his eyes.
As he said this Faint was busy tugging on his hair, smiling to herself.
"You have a .."
"Death-wish? Why no dear.... why ever would you think so?"
"You have some nerve... daring to challenge one more powerf.."
"Hm? You were saying something dear? I couldn't hear you over me laughing at your ignorance"
"I hate you. I would kill you if I knew you weren't useful .."
"Useful? Dearie I own you. I know more about Grace than you ever will."
" ... "
Cat got your tongue? You came here with a vengeance. You want to kill me right? Why won't you? You lie so much.. you don't need me for anything"
"I'll.. never understand you. My life is to torture her.. stop getting in my damn way..."
"Your way? I was here first dear. Live with it"
"Your point being? I could squish you so fas.."
"And you won't"
Grim glared at her.. perhaps trying to bore a hole in her skull with his eyes alone. She just sat there... defying him as always. What would it take to shut her up?
She wont. Its not her at all..
With a smile she tugged on his hair again and crawled up to his chest, giving him one small peck on the cheek before vanishing as always.
"... I fear one thing.. the ego of the female mind ... "
He had come there with his mind set on breaking her but came to one conclusion: This was not possible. Faint was far too .. unique for him to understand much less conquer.
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