18 May 2012
A dark, foul taste filled my mouth. I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew it wasn't going to be good. Nightshade, nightshade. Why could I remember nothing else? Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and my stomach drew itself taut. A figure loomed above me and even though I didn't know or care for it's name, it intrigued me. It watched as I writhed on the floor in agony and bent down to stroke my hair. The pain was almost unbearable now, I was at my breaking point. I shouted to the figure but all that came out was a strangled scream. The world started to spin and my head when fuzzy. In the distance I heard a voice singing, it was a low and mournful tune and somehow I knew what they were singing about. They were singing about my death.
Should I continue? I can't think on any ideas of what should happen next.
Nightshade • Opuss № I