the pit

another thing i write for creative writing  (im gonna have a lot of these)  (i love silent hill so you will see the theme)

            Wallpaper peeling off the walls, decaying and rotting. Blood slowly dripping from the ceiling. Floor tiles shattering and rusting. A girl stands in the center of the room, her hair black and cracked and greasy. Skin as pail as ash and flaking as such. Eyes as black as the eclipse. Your heart shrivels and turns black as she stares into your soul, devouring all the happiness left in your tiny, unbeating heart. You sink through the cracks in the floor into the pit which she calls home. Chained and tethered, suspended up in the darkness by barbed wire with only the burning embers floating up to the surface from the great fire that burns deep below to illuminate the pit. She melts through the floor and remolds in front of you, standing on nothing but the darkness that envelopes you both. She drags her black, decaying nails across your chest, causing blood to trickle down your torso. She laughs maliciously at the sight of the oozing plasma from your ripping flesh. She rears her hand back behind her and the last thing you see is her claws fling towards you and the faint light of the embers fades away forever.