Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Drip Drip
Drip
A small pearl shaped drop fell onto the cold ground, seeping into the puddle that had already began forming.
I didn't know how long I had been awake for but alone with my thoughts and the pain embracing my body it had felt like eternities. There was no light, only the quiet sounds of my tears meeting stone.
I couldn't move. I didn't know if it was because my body was broken and battered or if it was my mind that was blocking me from taking action.
How had I even survived this? I asked myself.
I had seen myself fall into the void.
Why did I even survive this?
I had already come to terms with dying and now being alive felt so much worse. It felt like I was being punished after everything I had given. I had torn myself apart every single time I had sacrificed another part of me to help others.
And now I was utterly helpless myself.
Maybe the hole hadn't been as deep as I had originally thought. It had been hard to see through the darkness that had given us a false sense of victory.
I still remembered how everything had fallen apart. I had put all of my cards into destroying this tunnel only for it to have been in vain.
And now that I had given my life to take the ghostly with me I didn't want to question if it had been in vain too. All I knew was that I was still alive.
Yet I wished that I wasn't.
I was barely hanging on while being tormented by the darkness. It had taken my ability to move and I was sure that what would soon come would only be worse than the agony I was already in.
I was totally defenseless against everything that would happen from now on.
Another tear fell from my cheek that I couldn't stop.
After everything I had given I still wasn't granted the privilege to find peace. Instead I was caught as a prisoner to my own body.
I closed my eyes until the darkness slowly vanished. For years I had seen his presence as a reminder to push myself. And although it had let me to this end I wasn't even angry at him.
I had only wanted to make him proud. And in the end I hadn't succeeded. If I had at least died I wouldn't have to be plagued with the disappointment, the hopelessness and the guilt.
In front of my eyes his features grew older, more mature and more angular. I had known for weeks but kept my mind from thinking about it. It was him. The small boy who had saved an injured bird, allowing him to fly again.
Only he, he was the person who had suffered the consequences. From the look in his kind and precious eyes I knew that he did so knowingly and willingly. And when I had looked at him now, he was still trying to help others. He wasn't under the influence of his father anymore but he was still not free from his burdens.
