Through my veins

Hey guys..

So this is my first ever blog so i wanted to share with you a story that i have written a while ago in class,mind you my teacher didn't like but but yea here you go..(also this is translated from my native language so there might be some grammar mistaked)

       Tears were rolling down my cold and pale cheeks,my breathing was getting heavier and heavier because of the fear that was running through my veins.I knew i should've listened to him,but curiosity got the best of me,sending me into a big black hole,not knowing if i would see the sun tomorrow.But i had to know what was happening to me.

      I stopped answering my phone 3 days ago,and the isolation from my loved ones was making me mad,but i couldn't be around them,i couldn't put their life at risk.I didn't want them to see what i had become,and to see the fear and disgust in their eyes.

      I should've known from the first signs,the headaches,the hair loss,my pale skin,i should've known that something evil was going to happen.But know i'm paying the price for my incompetence.

      Those are my last words,its 21st of october ,eight pm,as i'm writing this,looking in the mirror i watch as my eyes turn blood shot red.I wanted to see them again,you know for the last time,but i don't want them to see me like this...a living being,that's rotting day by day.

       So i'm going with my last strenght to my bedroom,i open the drawer next to my ''so called bed'' and i take the knife,the one my dad left me from his hunting days,i load a single bullet.

I can't let this darkness spread...

Okay so this is the story,in my opinion it can have 2 meanings,first a drug addict story that goes insane,and the other one some kind of a zombie-virus thing,but i think the first one is more senntimental and touching.

Let me know what you think..byee*^*<3