Death
Hey my name is Izaic Blackheart I was a normal kid at first until that one day. Yeah I know this sounds stupid but here is my story.
So I was sitting in my bed with a knife in my hand wondering why I was still alive. My girlfriend had just called me and I went off on her for something she said and it hurts every time I yell at her but I don’t know how to stop it. I just wish people would have noticed me. As my mind swam through thoughts I made a decision that would change who I am but I didn’t know that I only thought it would make things easier. *laughs* boy was I wrong *laughs more* (silver: stop laughing). Oh yeah, my friend silver is here to help but back to the story. I made the choice to end everything or so I thought. The big problem was how rope, knife, or gun. I had chosen a knife since I always liked the feeling of bleeding. I called my girl and told her I was sorry for everything and had a normal conversation with her hoping she wouldn’t figure anything out. I hung up and wrote a note to her and slowly slit my wrist and laid down and smiled as I could feel the pain leaving. Everything went dark and cold then a hot searing pain shot through my back. I opened my eyes and saw I was in hell I snickered and said “knew it”. I reached behind me to see what hurt and felt two big black wings. I had become a demon nice right? NO! I sighed and sat down then that’s when I saw him walk towards me Satan himself with silver beside him.
Oh and I’ll be putting pictures of my human life on each page. (Where did you get them) DON’T ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT MY LIFE SILVER THAT’S WHY YOU’RE SATAN’S LITTLE BITCH!! (EXCUSE ME YOU KILLED YOURSELF NOT ME) GET BACK HERE, YOU BITCH!!
