Voice of The Past (Completed)

Epilogue

Dark. It was always dark. And now it's dark again. How does this always happen? It's like hell. No, it's worse than hell. It's nothing. Nothing at all. I could wander for five hundred years and there wouldn't be another soul or even a spec of light. But sometimes there is a rope. Just a little string that I can catch and be pulled into the other world. Usually there are hundreds of years in between. Sometimes thousands and rarely millions. But I always find a way to lose my host. To lose the one who I have chosen to take over. And it's always because my judgement begins to become muddled. My existence starts becoming humane and then once again, I lose my way. It's been like that for centuries. I can't seem to hold onto anyone. It's usually easier to catch someone in adolescence but I have taken a few elderly hosts before, and once a little child. But that didn't go too well.

I've always been searching. Just searching, I don't even know for what. Just for a way out of this dark place. For a way to find myself. If I even truly exist. I'm probably just someone else's petty creation, just someone's vulgar thought. Not that it matters. I don't think i'll ever know what i am. Maybe just a creature hungry for survival.

I had probably wandered for  a month already. It was dreadfully boring and painful. My whole existence hurt. I had never felt like that before. It felt like I was about to break. Like my soul was breaking... if I even had a soul.

I kept on going, I could feel myself falling apart. Parts of me scattering into others minds. Making them feel sad, depressed or even making some commit crimes or take their own lives. I kept making the world worse. I could feel all their sorrows crushing me. I tried to get away. I scurried like a rat trying to find a place to hide.

I walked more... and more, and more... it became unbearable. I collapsed. I fell into the void of black. I could feel myself dying. I could feel the evil I gave to the world. But just for a moment I saw a reflection in the sea of blackness, a reflection of my true self. I started crying in happiness. I realized how I could help myself and everyone i have hurt, how I could fix my mistakes, my grief. And for a moment I thought I could do it. I thought I could save myself from an eternity of hatred, grief and mourning. But then I tried to take a step forward and I felt a million arms catching me, pulling me back. They wouldn't let me go. I shouted and shouted but no one heard my calls... no one heard my cry for help. 

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Heyyy! Its me! I know the story was done but i decided to write a tiny epilogue... it's my first time writing one so sorry if it doesn't work or it sucks. I'm not very happy with it but i hope you enjoyed it at least a bit!

See ya whenever!