October 5, 2008
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I will not delight your eyes with fancy script and bold colors.
This will not be an interesting autobiography.
But, I felt, that someone should know. My fate is written in stone, but perhaps, if I tell you now, I can save you this terrible ordeal.
My name is Leah Tierney.
If you read my profile, you already know where and when I was born. You would also know that I was somewhat of a 'party girl', so to speak.
Don't be fooled by my extravagant vocabulary, and tone of voice. In my boredom, I have adopted an accent from reading too many romance novels.
It passes the time when I'm not with "master".
If by now, you are wondering what "master"'s real name is, it is Hunter Bennett. Out of our entire coven, I was the only one to say his real name in front of him. Now, that may not sound so thrilling to you, but it was rather daring on my part.
Unfortunately, as a punishment for "talking back", I was locked in the dungeon with a broken wrist, and without even a scrap of food for three days. When I was taken out of the small, cramped cell, I was thrown into his room.
He asked me if I'd learned my lesson.
I spat in his face.
No, that was not very smart, I suppose. But, it was fun.
Another week in that dungeon was worth it.
Before I really get into this, I would like to say thank you for taking the time to read my memoirs. I must tell you now that this is not a fiction.
This is no joke.
Unlike a regular novel, this story has no plotline. I am merely passing the time until I die, hopefully this happens soon.
But one day I thought that perhaps I should let someone know my story, so that they know what's really out there. What lurks in the dark, while they're tucked in their beds.
But so much more than that. More than Wolves and boogy-monsters. Demons. Creatures from hell itself. Creatures that watch you as you die. Creatures that stare into your fearful eyes as they rip out your heart and squeeze it in your face.
They laugh as you die.
I know what you are thinking.
This girl must be insane.
There's no such thing as Vampires, and Demons. Nothing is out there.
I wish I could tell you otherwise.
I wish I could hug you, and tell you that everything would be alright, and that my parents were still alive. I wish I could tell you that for the last two years I wasn't trapped in an abusive home where the houseguests watch your every move, just waiting to tell the "master" so that he can punish you, hoping to get higher up on the food chain.
I wish I could love you.
But I can't. Not now. Not ever.
Yes, this all sounds very dramatic.
But really, all it is, is a chain of events that comes back to haunt me whenever I close my eyes. Whenever I am locked in a tight coffin where things crawl in the corners, and where the darkness closes in on my entire body, choking the life out of me.
Of course I don't need to breathe.
This is my memoir.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Please do not try to intervene, no matter what you read, it will only cause you massive amounts of grief. And know that, I have accepted my fate, and want you to do the same.