darkness ✝ pitch black (kozmotis pitchiner)

one.

It was dark and cold.

The wind was blowing so hard that it nearly shattered the glasses from the opened window. The curtains seems to dance through the air as wind passes by. Shimmering lights of the moon we're illuminating the dark room Zia stayed in and the radio playing from the other room are only music in the room except the wind blows and the sound of the window, being slammed back and forth by the wind.

In that very same room, there Zia, lying down in her bed, staring at the dull grey wall with blank eyes. The blanket that her Grandmother knitted was the only material that was protecting her body from the cold. Not that she doesn't likes the cold, to be honest, she likes the cold. Or learned how to like it but she is not bother by it. She was only using blanket so she won't get sick or her mother will sure kick her ass but then again, she doesn't mind getting sick. Not one a bit.

She just doesn't care what would happen to her.

Hell, she doesn't care if she got hit by a car when she was crossing the road with her both earphones plug on her ears, blocking her from the reality that she lived in.

She felt numb all the time.

"Zia, Mommy said Dinner's ready!" Her younger sister announced, knocking through her door.

Zia pulled herself up from her bed. "Go away, i'm not hungry," she replied.

"But Mommy said—"

"No."

Zia tucked herself again in the bed and continue to stared at the dull grey wall. She heard her younger sister sighed heavily followed by a footsteps of her, going down to the kitchen.

Zia looked around in her room and saw nothing but darkness.

She smiles.

Yes, she likes it.

She likes the darkness.

Or does she?

Maybe the fact that Darkness always consumes her everytime and everywhere she learned how to accept it and joined with it. As the grown ups said; "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." And that's exactly what she did. She learned to treat darkness as her friend because... Who was there when no one was there for her? Darkness. Who saw all the pain and tears she suffered? Darkness. Who listened to her sobs and whispers everynight? Darkness.

It was all Darkness.

Darkness was her bestfriend.

And someday, Darkness and Her will become one or maybe she will join it, somehow and someday.