The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

Darkened Forest.

8.03 pm
Once I dreamt I was in a forest. The only light on the path of thick roots was moonlight illuminating the way. Behind me, was my sin, my pain, my sadness. The pit of black nothingness roared, it's breath thick and sour. My eyes burned from within and I could feel stinging tears roll down the sides of my face. A part of me said I deserved this, I deserved the pain. I should let it consume me, and take me whole. There would be no more light in my life. No more light in the world, so what was the point? Maybe I should step towards the dark, after all, I deserve it.

I've made my decision. This was the only way. It's what I have to do. Wind blowing the thin, nearly transparent pale blue cloth that sucked onto my body, I trembled. It's the end for me, and darkness is what I deserve. As it got closer, and closer, my body got colder and colder. It took over my vision, the moonlight no longer visible. I was so close. So close to death, I wanted to leave it all. Come quicker! It's not happening soon enough. I don't want to take it anymore, there's no point. I reach my hand out to the abyss to try and speed up the process. Hurry up God dammit! Make me suffer already, it's bound to happen. I want it now, I'm tired of this.

And it listened. engulfing my nostrils with it's smell of sulfur, my arms were stuck between the hands of it. It burned so badly, and although I told it I was in pain, it didn't stop. I tried to rip and pull away, but I was stuck. Stuck in its tight grasp. It continued to move from my shoulders down the sides of my chest.

A call yelled out from the distance. Something other than the roaring and crackling of my soul in this... thing. It was him. He needs my help! Why is he crying? Was it something I did? If the darkness gets me, it'll get him too. Although I deserve it, he doesn't. He deserves nothing like this. I have to protect him, I have to. I screamed and kicked, the only thing fueling my once lifeless body was him. The boy I loved, the boy that let me love him. The monster talks to me, and says it's tried getting him before and that it'll get him after me. Something unleashes inside of me, my fists clench and my muscles tense, the darkness holds on to me tighter. My wrists break I think, I cannot tell. The only indication was the numbness of my fingers. He's still yelling, crying for someone.

It's getting stronger. Not me, the darkness. My vision blanks and the only thing I can hear are his screams echoing throughout my head. I have to shield him, it's my job. Although my sight isn't working, I can still envision him. Warm. The small freckle that created a home next to the left of his lips, and the scar that lies below the brow. His nose that he thinks is a bit too wide, but I like it that way. The stretch marks on the sides of his knees that stain his skin so perfectly. Perhaps I'm tired, but I have to continue for him. I break free from the monster, and I'm instantly relieved by the smell of damp air. I can still hear him cry, yet this time I can get to him. I run, my heart guiding me just like the moon. There he was, unharmed by the dark. No one deserves it, not even me.