The Broken

i look out at the rainy sky the dark bleak absence wondering if this is all life is for us down here. Since we arent quite dead but we arent alive either its weird watching the living walk around as if their last breaths arent moments away. See we are called the watchers we watch the living and the dead we are tied to both. We are human or better to say we were human we are born into a blood line and every child that had a twin that died before birth their counter part draws them towards death but their living part leads them to life. We are chosen by something yet no one knows what all we know is that once we hit 13 we develop gifts that can heal the world around us the only downside is that at 18 we get pulled from life. We wonder around in a purgatory on earth we live but cant be seen or heard we arent dead so death cant control us. We wander the streets of the world seeing the life clock above others without being able to warn anyone of the impending doom. As for a few of us we get our gifts since birth but it takes a harder toll as children. Us few that had the gift since birth are completly cognative of the world around us we also see the demons who lurk around others we watch them knowign their plans and knowing we can do nothing about it. This is the sad dull life we get to live today was supposed to be my 27th birthday almost a decade of me being like this my family still thinks i ran from them from my life but i watch over them. There is a punishment though for those who try to contact the living to stop death or to slow it and they get punished into suffering memorys gone as they forget who they every were. See when i was younger i thought i would die of old age and be reborn into something new someone new but i never guessed my life would be lived through this dark film of life. The pain though the pain if you try to cross over through the barrier back to life it burns feels like every muscles is being torn from your body. You heart feels as if the blood is rushing out of you making it painfully dry. Your bones shake with pain and musclels spasm almost to the point of tearing. The cries left unheard by those around you. The thoughts of death would feel better then this. How do i know this I’ve tried more then once each time more painful then the last. God i wish i could get through to my family even to my fiancée who thought i left him. I wish I could go back but only one person has gone back. When the fairy tales say true loves kiss fixes it they aren’t wrong. Our ticket to freedom is someone has to fijnd our body and kiss it. But who wants to kiss a dead person? This is how they torment us is by making us watch as people forget about us. Sadly once everyone’s forgotten about us we fade away finally letting death consume us our minds souls and well preserved bodies. See as we fade our muscles lock up like slow acting rigamortice. I wish it would act fast to spare us all but i thinks that’s why it doesn’t. Do we deserve this suffering not completely, but we couldn’t control what our ancestries did when they mad a god mad and now it goesd after every twin in certain families. (those families being people descending from tribes) the funny thing is they made death mad how do you do that you ask. Well they told death that they could make reincarnation of the dead so death wouldn’t have control of them after death. Guess death didn’t take it to well because now we get stuck with it. I look around at the others and some much older then myself who say they have been here for over 100 years. I dont know how true that is but they say their families still celebrate them once a year hoping for their spirts to come back. Although we do get one exception for the wall. On October 31st we do get to wander the human world but our strength is limited and at dawn we get pulled back into this dark purgatory. Sometimes its just easier to get close to the veil before sunrise because once it hits sunrise you get pulled back and the farther you are away the harder you get pulled back into this world. either way it sometimes just wish that we could talk to our family my poor sister barely remembers me because she ws so young when i was pulled here. wait hold that thought. I turn around as the dark presence enters the world its dark shadowy form almost suffocating the air around us. This thing thinks it owns us but its dead a demon i believe sent to watch this realm. “you think writing your pain will ever get out to the outside world niobi remember who controls what goes in. You think anyone would believe it maybe we should put it with your body no one can find.” the dark figure bellows I sigh and shut my book “no I believe it if can vent it might make this miserable time feel semi normal to the old world I once knew is there now a problem with that.” I say trying to keep the venom out of my voice. “interesting to think you believe you could make this world feel any better then what you have now at least people still remember you so its not at horrible as it could be.” the dark figure continues. “what do you want that you have come to my chambers hmm.” I mutter as I turn back around in my chair to face my book. “just wanted to see how to make you more miserable.” the figure says before stopping behind me its shadows cutting all light. “you think you can run again you arm still looks burnt from last week when you tried to run.” the shadow says its red eyes looking down at my burnt left arm the skin torn and bruised around it. “well maybe I like to see how far I can push everything until i get the worst of things.” I say as i stare at the wall in front of me “well you know we can make your life hell once you are forgotten then death comes to get you.” the figure says almost smiling showing its fang like teeth. “yeah, well then that can wait maybe i will be remembered long enough to escape here you think.” “you can try but remember there is no way out so your stupid little book wont every leave this realm. The dark figure finally steps back letting the small amount of candle light come back over my desk and paper. “am i just your favorite to torment?” i ask “one of them yes because of how strong willed you are i want to watch that crumble away from you slowly until you become hopeless and subservient.” he says moving to the door. “that will never happen demon.” i mutter “you say that now but I’ve broken people stronger than you before and i will do it to you too.” he says before leaving the room the air returning to it making me almost choke on the air coming in. I hate when he does that it hurts my lungs so bad and makes my head hurt so badly.” I mutter before I turn back to the paper and start writing again. ahh yes I remember my sister and remembering me i don’t think she will since she was only 5 when i was taken. That sucks though because I’ve watched her grow up and she thinks she’s an only child. She’s goanna be shocked once I get free from here and she finds out I was first. Although I think my parents dislike me now since all they every do with my name is whisper it into the night talking about how ungrateful i was and how i ran leaving them with the mess. It sucks yes but it kind of hurts they think i was nothing and never was going to be anything. I shake my head pulling back from my writing “maybe they are right and this book will mean nothing.” i whisper before looking back at the pages. “or maybe it could be our key to freedom or even just something to warn others around us of their fate to come prepare like we never could.” i say slamming my pen down against the table and standing up. “time to call in a favor or two.” i mutter as i start walking through the temple of doom as i call it. Which is basically a large maze with no out but death.... or life.