• Human's Are Vain.


    As I was slipping into the darkest place of my mind; I stumbled onto reality. In a mythical way.

    As I dremt, I saw through the eyes of my sister ... She was crying on the edge of her bed, holding a mirror. She kept saying, "Why?! Why can't I be beautiful?? Why can't I be like all those other girls, who everyone loves?! No one loves me ... "
    All I could hear was her crying ... I couldn't bear to hear it; I had to keep typing ... just to ignore it.

    I saw through her eyes again. She stopped wailing ... and looked at herself in the mirror again; just stareing at her puffy, watery eyes. Then, she said with the saddest voice ever ... "I'd give my soul to be beautiful ... ".
    Then, suddenly, Satan; the devil himself appeared to her. He said: " fallen one, I can make you beautiful. Just give me that face, and I can give you what you want."
    Then, she said: "but, you're Satan ... I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness; I'm not allowed to do this!"
    Satan pleaded: "but, look at those tears ... surely you must want to be loved. If you're god was really there for you, wouldn't he make your face beautiful? And take away you're fat."
    She just stared at him in deep thought.
    "Let me help you. I can take away your fat; I can make you skinny again. Being skinny will make you beautiful. I promise. No strings attatched."
    Then she pleaded: "Yes! Please, make me skinny! I want to be beautiful! Take away this fat; this CURSE!"

    ... Then everything went blank. I went back into myself again; I was back inside my body, typing on the computer. All of a sudden, I felt this awful burning on my left shoulder blade. I yelped as loud as I could. I could feel the burning getting hotter and hotter by the second. Wind was flying everywhere. Finally, I turned around. I could feel the heat flowing all over my face. As I tried to see through my watering eyes, I could just barely see a burning hole in my floor. Fire was spurting outwards, as a humanly figure was coming out of the hole. All I could hear, was screaming, in the voice of my sister. I was scared. I could see the human figure starting to turn. Eyeballs were sprouting, a skull was forming. It looked sad; even when it was being created. I had to walk towards it; something was drawing me towards it ... I put my hands on it's face; it had no jaw. The figure screamed, saying: " NO! Don't touch me, please Sarah! Don't look at me!"
    I fell backwards. And just stared at it; the sad face ... I started crying, saying: "Myra? Is that you?"
    ... finally, the fire stoped. The hole vaporated. I could see her as clear as day ... although, it was as if she wasn't human. Her nose was that of a beak it seemed, and her mouth was as hard as rock. Her lips were pointed, and her eyeballs had no sockets. Her hair looked as if it were shaven off in some spots, and she had no breasts. She had absolutely no muscles. All she was, was skin and bones ... she was a complete freak.

    I just stared at her ... I said: "Myra ... what happened? I'm scared."
    She started crying, saying: "Sarah, I'm so so sorry; I'm a freak! I asked Satan to make me beautiful. I didn't want to be fat anymore ... so he took all my fat away; and now I have nothing left; I'm ugly! I can't show my face, anywhere!! I'm so sorry Jehovah, I'm so sorry God!" As she started crying.

    I couldn't believe it ... What happened to her? Why did she do that? ... I didn't understand ... I peeped into her room; she was crying. With the mirror broken in her hand. She said: "Why?? I'm horrible! I can't stand this! I want to die!"
    ... I couldn't see her like that. I was going to go talk to Satan myself; so my sister could go back to herself; I'd give up my looks for her anyday I figured. But, She started yelping, saying: "Satan! Please, come back! I want my fat back; I look HIDEOUS! I'm a freak! I wanted to be beautiful, not a bird! Please, take it back! I'll do anything; I'll give up my soul, just PLEASE, turn me back!"
    I gasped. Satan appeared. It was all I could do to keep quiet. I was so scared, my body was paralyzed; I was litereally stareing him in the face; the flesh ... I couldn't even speak. My heart felt as if it died. It was frozen; I was frozen.

    Satan said: "Myra, you wanted to be skinny; to be beautiful ... so I took away you're fat. Isn't that what you wanted?"
    "I wanted to be beautiful and skinny! Not skinless!"
    Satan smirked: "well, I cannot give you back you're body that you were given at birth. I am a dealer after all; you don't just get everything you want for free; everything must come ... for a price."
    She hesatated; "I don't care, I'm hideous! PLEASE! I'll do anything! I just want my body back!!"
    Satan laughed, "Very well, my child. All you must do, is give me your soul, and you can have yourself back. All you have to do, is say the word."
    She screamed: "YES! Please, You can have it! I just want back!"
    Satan's face smiled; all bubbly. I couldn't believe it. My sister was actually willing to give up her soul?! I always thought she knew better ... I knew she was ******** right when she said the word "yes" ... I cried, still being paralyzed. I wanted to speak up, to knock some sense into her. I wanted to tell her that I'd take the body she has now ... but I couldn't.
    Myra was on the ground; as pale as snow. She was as cold as ice. I could feel her all the way from the door. She was twitching ... she couldn't even make a face. She was as paralyzed as I was, as Satan sucked the life out of her.

    Satan laughed, saying: " Foolish humans. It's amazing how they'll do anything just to be beautiful to the eyes of an imperfect man. Humans are truly vain. They'd rather give their souls than to be happy with what they have. If more humans keep being this vain, I'll be the ruler of this world in no time at all."
    As he started laughing, I sunk away into darkness.

    I woke up, in a confused freight.
    "Maybe this is a sign" I thought to myself.

    -Sarah


    *Please note that this was all just a dream I had. So if some parts don't make sense, it's okay; sometimes, dreams can be foggy like that.