• Jornal entry #325
    kill this...
    alien?
    demon?
    angel?
    ...monster?
    what am I?... why cant i kill this... evil part of me... bring it to its death... so i can live a normal life... all of my life i have been stuck in this place... this prison of sorts...
    "kill me" i whisper to the people who guard me...
    this prison i sit in has no light... but somehow i can see... it has high walls and people with guns stand and stare down at me... im in a large black cage...
    "where is this prison i am in?..." i would asked in the beginning but now that days have passed and passed with no end, i just sit here and stare and think and sometimes i sing a little song...
    "mystick moon rise and fall, rise and fall,
    stars appear and hide,
    humans sleep, wake and sleep wake and sleep again,
    until the day they have died.
    but my dear i do not sleep no, never again.
    maybe time.... maybe time...
    my heart it will mend..."
    but of course i do not sleep... im not human... i use to live in the country side... i use to live peacefully...until they came and stole me... locked me up... i dont even know what i did... all i know is im alone... and i am different then all the humans around here.... they call me a monster... they dont even call me by name... my name is Neome.
    not monster. Neome!
    "hey monster you dead yet?" one of the humans asked.
    "no. not yet idiot!" i yelled up at him.
    that earned me a punch in the mouth...
    i fell to the ground of the cage and spit up a bit of blood.
    i hate this place. sometimes i actually start screaming i beg them to kill me but they wont... they need me for something... i tried to kill myself once because they wouldnt do it... i ended up being chain and cuffed behind my back...
    the only thing i own is the dirty and ragged clothes i wear and this journal and pen i write my journal entries in...
    somebody help...
    i need it...
    im desperate....
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY #325

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    Journal entry #462
    today i heard someone say my name... i dont know what they were talking about but i did clearly hear my name
    "...Neome..."
    "...yes i heard that she will be..."
    "...but what if they..."
    "....nah! thats not gonna happen mr. ........"
    ".........WHAT?!?! that cant be is he insane?.... she will never..."

    thats pretty much all i heard from them... they also were talking about a mr. Cheronika or something like that... and mr. smith... i have no clue who these people are... and i dont want to know... i want to get away from here...
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY #462

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    Journal entry #499
    something is happening soon... i can feel it...like this power inside me or something... i dont know what... i dont know how... all i know is that i have to get out.... as soon as possible...
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY 499.

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    journal entry #501
    i think im going to die.
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY 501

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    journal entry #516
    i feel like my energy is giving away... im dieing... slowly becoming weaker and weaker.... soon i feel i will be dead and gone... forever... dead
    dead
    dead
    dead
    death
    die
    die
    death
    die
    die
    die
    killing
    murder
    dieing
    death
    whats wrong with me?....
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY 516
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    Journal entry #517
    this will be my last entry......
    good bye. to anyone who cares or will ever read this... good bye... this is the day i die.
    END OF JOURNAL ENTRY 517




    DEATH REPORT:
    Name: Neome
    Age:165
    The subjects cause of death was unknown. for days the subject was screaming for death which was not granted. we have resently uncovered journal where she wrote about her old life and wonders why she was brought here... she dosnt even know what she is.
    journal entry #'s 325,462, 499,501, 516, 517. the rest of them where lost some how.... some of them covered in blood... the otheres torn and the last of them where just not found...
    in the journal entries we found she actually seems to be going insane.... we believe she might have killed herself mentally.... because there is no evidence says that there was anything physical.
    Neome was the last of her kind. a cross between angel and demon... she was the last remaining (that we know of...)
    REPORT END....

    THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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