Whispers of a Lost Soul

Each day passed quicker than the one before it. It started as an unsettling feeling- like there were two sides to my figure, almost like a shadow refusing to leave my side. The light and the dark. Except I didn't know which was which- it all began to blur into nothingness.

It started with the voices- little whispers in my head, directing me, telling me secrets- things I should not have known. The voices became visions- no longer just sounds, but images. Motions of people flashed through my mind and caused so much confusion it felt as if all of existence itself was slipping away. The visions soon escalated until it was no longer just in my head but also in my body. It felt as if there was something not necessarily watching me, but with me.

The only place in which I could find solace was my thoughts- the only place not plagued by these discrepancies. It was the only way I could get a grasp on reality. Outside of my thoughts, the darkness grew. It encased all around me. At first, the puzzling feelings felt like nothing more than a strange dream. It took not long to decipher that the feelings grew worse as I pushed them away. They were drowning me slowly, pushing me further and further to the bottom. Eventually, I learned to accept it. The darkness found me, and I found it.

The more I let in the darkness, the more it consumed me. I began to realize that I was losing myself inch by inch. My perception of the world changed, as if I was in an entirely different world itself. I could see more than just the average senses- I could quite literally feel everything about someone- more than even they know.

The darkness- to which I used to fear- now felt like home. It promised me everything I had ever dreamed of. How could I refuse?

The reflection I saw haunted me each time the mirror caught my gaze. My once light green eyes grew to something much darker and sinister, my past self slowly being erased, a new version of myself etching itself into me. The veins in my eyes stretched to my irises, making my eyes a grisly, bloodshot abyss.

I feared the thing I had become, for I had no way to reverse this curse and I hadn't the faintest idea what I was capable of.

Nightmares began to plague me in my sleep, often about me and the thing I had become. Twisted visions, changing themselves constantly into whatever I feared just to torment me.

I found myself fighting for my own freedom, fighting to keep my head above water. Yet every time I was pushed under, unable to breathe, slowly losing life and my own will to live.

I was still fighting a losing battle, no matter how hard I tried to keep myself afloat. The darkness within me was inevitable- and powerful. I was simply it's a puppet- it's mask. It hid behind me and controlled whoever or whatever it pleased, yet still managing to be unseen. I had no control.

Every day my ability to think and act freely slipped away further. I no longer found peace in my thoughts. Now, my thoughts were none of my own. I hardly remembered who I used to be, and I had no choice but to obey the empty darkness that had become me.

But still, through the chaos, I managed to find a faint sliver of hope. Something to hold on to- a spark in a raging fire. The memories of my past self kept me from reaching a point that even I could no longer handle. I clung to them like the branch on the side of a cliff- a life preserver.

Time began to blend together and my state grew worse each day. I felt myself slowly becoming a monster.

A battle raged in me. A fight between the light and the dark. Instead of pushing the darkness away, I let it in. I observed its behaviors and the way it reacted. I had to find a cure- an antidote to this captivating entity taking over my entire being.

I did everything in my power to hold onto the ever-shrinking hope somewhere deep inside me.

The memories of my past self began fading into view again. Fragments of remembrance morphing together, and at first, it was nearly impossible to interpret, but after some time, it began to make sense.

It came back in floods- pieces of memories pouring in. I felt myself smiling, for the first time in so long.

Yet the monster in me was relentless- the devil on my shoulder. It clawed its way up to the top, slowly but surely overtaking my entire existence. It promised me things I could have never imagined. I had the power to rewrite the rules of existence and become the Queen of Darkness. All I had to do was accept the darkness, and the entire universe was in the palm of my hand.

I nearly did.

But I couldn't. I held onto the light, slowly slipping away. But I still had old memories- fragments of my former self. This kept me alive.

I was on a tightrope, and if I fell, it was over. All of this suffering and restraint would have all been for nothing.

But I couldn't give up now. Not after enduring so much pain. I refused to let this...this monster consume me, no matter how hard it tried. Even through the darkness, I refused to give in. I vowed to fight back, to let in a sliver of light, one try at a time. The consequences no longer mattered. I knew what I had to do, and I was willing to go as far as it took.

It was dangerous- far more dangerous than anything any human had ever tried. I was playing with burning, raging fire.

It would be difficult. I had no entire control- it was still so tempting.

This embarkment would be filled with obstacles and countless sacrifices. It would require far more courage than I thought I had, and self-control. I had done many wrongs, and I sought redemption to make up for these lost causes.

I was walking into this blindly. I hadn't even known what it was I was walking into. The monster within whispered to me, threatening everything I had ever known if I were to refuse. I blocked it out, no matter how painful it was.

I would use every last ounce of my strength to be rid of this atrocious monster and reclaim my life- my humanity. I wasn't just doing this for myself, but also for the ones I loved. My heart had a hole. One that would take endless time to fix. But this mattered not. I had until the end to take back what was rightfully mine, and although I would be forever changed, I would do whatever it took to salvage my lost life.