The darkness is a strange place. When one is happy, it is barely there, simply slinking among the unknown and looking for a way back to its vessel. Only if he/she looks closely will they see the outline of it keeping constant movement around them. But then they will darken. So nobody searches the unknown.
The only problem now, is that I am the person who looks into my worst fears, my haunting nightmares, the monster that lives inside me. Once I noticed him, he never stopped pestering me.
You looked, didn't you? You wanted to see who I am and how much POWER I have.
No, never. I never wanted to look at him. I regretted that day since forever.
Ah, but you don't. Otherwise you would have never looked. His mockingly sweet tone grinded away at my nerves. By the way, do you remember the man... what was his name? A yes... My heart fell to my stomach as I realized who he was about to say. I screeched a blood-curling scream just as he said my previous beloved's name. Richard.
"What in the world is going on up there? is somebody being murdered?" My downstairs neighbor yelled up the stairs, the paused for an answer. I didn't give him one. I couldn't. Fear clouded my mind and pain flooded my memory straight back to that fateful day when Richard was killed.
When the fire of a thousand storms raged and flared, licking at the building I used to live in. The only sounds being from my throat, being rubbed raw by its sound and the crackling of the flames. Quickly though, came the sounds of the firemen, the wailing siren, but it was all blacked out to me. I cursed that day, and hated the number 7 from that day on.
Well, what do you think? Do you want to join my league?
Never. I will never. Why did you come here? I tried to change the topic
Remember Richard's phone number? He whispered into my mind. A knock at the door faintly registered in my ears. I couldn't answer with my paralyzed body. 314-785-7777 Came his sing-song voice. The hated number. One that used to mean luck.
Have you ever wondered how it is to join him? To go back to him, into his arms? Unwillingly, my mouth blurted the word "Yes" while my mind was shaking its head vigorously. The voice laughed maniacly and continued his bargain.
I have a deal for you; you give me full control of this vessel, and I will grant you the ability to return to your husband up in the clouds. Deal? If he had a face, he would have grinned. Unfortunately, as soon as I thought that, my imagination delivered the image to me: A midnight-black copy of me, except with a chesire cat grin and insane eyes, the color of blood. The demon in front of me turned her attention to me.
I couldn't avert my eyes. She was the complete opposite of me. But my desperate mindset didn't care about who I was about to turn into. I nodded my head.
The venomous lady's eyes glowed with appreciation of my gift to her. I closed my eyes, ready to depart from this mortal realm. Instead, I was blessed with pain of my alter ego taking over. A final scream went past my lips, soon followed by my door smashing down, my neighbors following close behind.
"Are you all right?"
"What's going on around here?"
"Did you get hurt?"
"Who was here?"
"Do you need to go to the hospital or to the doctor's?"
I soon realized why they were fussing over me. I was on the floor, curled up in a ball, pain blossoming from every point in my body. My concsious mind wanted to say something, anything, until another voice filled my thoughts. The deal has been set. I'm in charge now. Don't even think of reversing things. My body unwillingly stood up and brushed itself off. Just as people's shock began to be sounded around me.
My mind's eye closed just in time for the crimson shower that sprayed all over the place. "I don't understand, we had a deal!"
Ah, but you must understand... Your husband reamins in a living hell, as will you. As for what my creation will do? well, that's up to her. Apparently, she wants the world to suffer her imprisonment.
The voice laughed maniacly as I realized my worst fear in the world: Loneliness in Life
