the eulogy of you and me ~ tommyinnit

A Field Of Dead Flowers.

_____Merikh]

She wanted to feel alive, not be alive. Despite the sun coming up every morning, it could not have prevented what had happened on that horrid night.

Merikh stood off the ground as she brushed the droplets of tears off her cheeks. The field had once been so endearing with new loving memories made each time, but that's all there were now, memories. Memories in a field of dead flowers.

Hades was the one she wanted to blame, but she knew that was not the complete truth. In some ways, it was her fault for bringing them along. She should have told them the truth.

Violet, pink, and yellow. The flowers bloomed throughout the field, covering every inch of grass beneath. Often stormy nights came, but the flowers would have bloomed beautifully just the same. The field was dark now, gloom and misery radiated for miles. The once so lively flowers were all dead. She had deceased every living thing. The flat field was so vastly wide, you could not see beyond it. No sun ever shined on this field, not anymore.

With the flick of her fingers, the ground paled. White frost draping across the dead ever so slightly. She winced as the cold burned through her fingertips, they ached in the cold as she clenched and unclenched them, avoiding going numb. The coldness ran up her forearm and throughout her whole body. She despised this feeling, felt like hot needles seared into her skin. The familiar sensation had returned, the bitterness, the inside numbing. The cold was something she could not live without.

It was quiet, too quiet, but that's how it was now. As the silence stood for the dead, she had killed too many. Her hands were stained with blood, even the blood of innocent souls, even the blood of her friends. Dew draped across her dark gown, her skin turning purple like an amethyst stone.

It had been two years since the death of Merikh Taleigha. She just went by Merikh now, there was no use for fake IDs or driver's licenses when she no longer lived amongst mortals. Other than her daily visit to the memorable flower field or the bar on a late lonely night. Those were nothing a little magic could not fix. She would have been too young to drink then, but now, as her mother had said, "Age doesn't matter anymore." Not when she had all of eternity.

Immortality was a curse so vile and wicked. She could have ended it right then and there, just because she was immortal did not mean she couldn't be killed just as easily as any mortal. She was not a god. But Merikh lived because they could not, it was her second shot at life after being brutally taken away the first time. They were gone now, and it was all her fault. She was too late, she couldn't save them.

Raising her arms, she called upon the shadows behind her. The black and gray mist swirled around her, creating a protective shield, covering Merikh within the shadows. Her stomach tightened as darkness consumed her vision.

As she began to float into a trance, her foot arose from the ground as the shadows moved around her at rapid speed. Her head throbbed and her stomach turned, she felt like she was going to vomit. Then, the shadows swelled away, revealing translucent white curtains and a black interior room. She was back in her room at Hades's Palace.

Her vision blurred and the room began to circle her. Each breath became heavier and heavier, a sensation of tightness lingered on her forehead. She felt as if her body was set aflame, boiling heat taking upon the coldness in her veins.

Merikh stumbled her way to her bed, collapsing instantly onto the black silk. She laid flat on her back, eyes closed. She could feel the world spinning around her, a familiar feeling after every trip.

"Morning, my flower." A soft voice greeted.

Her eyes snapped open, the headache still lingered in the back of her head. "Mother?" She asked slowly while sitting up on her bed.