My Obsession It's time to confess, I think I'm obsessed, I think I'm going blind, The darkness hides my mind. It's time to fess up, I don't try enough, I don't have much time, The darkness is my mime. It's time to reveal, "What's the true appeal?" That's all that they say, But the darkness hides my day. It's time to be true, To everyone, to you, What's happening to me, To be obsessed's my destiny, The darkness hides my sanity.

The Darkest Art, Chapter 1 It's amazing how fast you can wake up and get ready when you know you're late. I roll over in bed, half asleep, when I realize that the light outside my window is wrong. Its way too bright, and I can hear traffic outside. Uh oh. It takes me ten minutes to dress, eat, and pop in my contact lenses. They're a dark green, as my normal eyes are a vibrant purple. I run outside to find my car, only to see it isn't there. Oh great. Whenever I have a big party, the servants take the cars to a garage a few mile out for safekeeping. Last night is a great example. It was Halloween, and I had thrown the annual town party. My parents were rich, and they left me a but load of money after their "assassination". Not a good idea to leave a seventeen year old over twenty billion dollars in her trust fund. I don't abuse it, I swear. I donate to charity, and I also have a private team of scientists working on a personal issue of mine. Money use aside, I still don't like running to school. Whenever I reach the speed of sound, it does horrors to my hair. Yep, first world problems of a teenage billionaire.

Darkness Ok so I was playing one of those hunting games where you shoot stuff and don't judge I have no #life. But I got one of those "special missions", so I'm like hell yeah but the mission said "Kill darkness. Kill it with a shot through its black heart." Now on the game darkness was a black bear that killed people and you have to stop it but then I realized that if I killed darkness there would always be another to take his place. The truth is, you can't kill darkness, it is a force of nature, the best you have to hope for is to endure it and survive. No matter if it's a bear or a person with a black heart or a storm racing towards you, it's the same. There is no end to darkness. My name is Anna. This is my story. Will post later. Too tired now. Must stay awake....

Infinity Infinite possibilities. Nothing is as it seems Fine line between reality and fantasy, Is scuffed out and faded. No one notices. I do, Trees turn to blood, and splash over my shoes. You never notice, that doesn't mean it's not true. ##acrostic

Chapter 2 By a miracle consisting of some not-so-legal speeds and unfriendly horn honking, I make it to school with two minutes until the final bell. But my first class is still on the other side of campus. I hop out of the car and stand still. Anyone looking would have considered me a statue. I close my eyes, and run. I run so fast the world becomes a blur. "I wonder if this is how cheetahs see the world" I think. I will have to try that some time. Go out in the forest on the hill when I'm "walking to Brook's house". No one would suspect a thing. In what seems like no time at all, I'm standing outside room 35. As I step inside the bell rings. My best friend, Brook, waves at me. "Jeesh Claire! Thought you weren't coming. What took so long?" She pushes her glasses up on her pale nose and continues. "Guess what? Frankie isn't here today. We have a SUBSTITUTE. In other words, we have a non-productive period with actually finish able homework. By Frankie, she means Mrs. French, who ironically, is our Spanish teacher. By a non-productive period she means that we will probably be having the usual dreary, zombie-afying substitutes that we always get here at PCS. The door opens and the sub walks in. She looks to be about forty and is wearing a dress that was made for some one much younger. I pull out my books and prepare for a lesson as dreary and unatractive as the substitute.