Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

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12 J₳₦ʉ₳Rɏ 2018, 11:58 ₱₥

Paige:

Quietly, I made my way though the dead streets of Leeds. Nobody was awake in the already tranquil city, the lights in most houses were off. The cold air created goose flesh on my exposed arms, but a quick thought of something warm and uncontrollable rid my skin of it's shivers. 

My pace was steady, my heels were the only sound that could be heard echoing in the darkness. 

I let my thoughts wonder, as they so often did, to a time decades ago, when I would've been frightened to tears of even the thought of walking empty streets in the dark alone. I would've made sure that I was home before sunset, and if I wasn't, I would have an escort.

The Paige who lived then didn't know the horrors that would await her, the powers that she would control, the people she would make bend at her fingers. The Paige who lived then didn't know the pain of truly loosing somebody, not just leaving them or having them leave you, not even loosing someone to deaths cold grip. The Paige who lived then didn't know the raw and exposed fear that I lived in now, despite having most everything I wanted at a snap of my fingers. 

most

but, not

e v e r y t h i n g

Sinister and cold, the voices in my head had only grown since then, they were a part of me, they didn't just suggest, but forced. 

yes,

think of what i made you do

little Damien's sacrifice didn't do anything

he took the brute force for nothing

I felt tears burn behind my nose at his name. I swallowed against the dryness of my throat, trying my best to ignore the voices I was stuck with for the rest of eternity, forever without one myself. 

and you, 

like a little child, 

helpless and hopeless let it happen

and now you can't even say anything in retaliation

because you're pathetic

I stood up straighter. The voice was right, I was weak, I had come to terms with it ages ago. I was weak and alone. 

don't forget mute

I winced at the hissing in my head, a sharp ringing accompanying it, as it always did. 

And mute, I was weak, alone, and mute. 

I was called on by mortals, begging me to do their bidding often. They read about my strange disappearance, a seer saw what I had became, wrote it in a book somewhere, and people called on me during times of need. 

I didn't know what I was anymore, the mortals called me a demon, but that didn't feel right. 

I wasn't mortal, not anymore. But, I was not a demon, the word didn't click right in my mind, and I had no hunger or need for anybody's essence. I wasn't mortal, I wasn't holy, I wasn't a demon. 

pathetic

hybrid

I nodded. Yes, hybrid was the word I had decided on many years back, but it still didn't seem to fit right. It clenched my teeth and knotted my stomach. It was the closest I had, but it wasn't it. 

then what the hell are you?

quit your complaining, i can tell you:

you're alone,