The Dark Side

Chapter 1

I looked at them all. You're free for the first time. Go. Lie.

"Was I not invited?" I smiled,
Roman looked at me, "Who the hell are you?"
Logan looked as if I'd said that the universe was flat with a unicorn on top, "I believe that it is the feeling of Anxiety."

So I took that name.

The one person who never spoke was Patton. I was surprised, definitely, but when he smiled and a voice, thick with happiness and love, spoke, I almost died.

"Hi!"

That changed me.

My eyes floated to meet his. He was all smiles and love. I almost laughed from the sweetness and care he brought me; I could never be cared about, the weird MCR loving, black wearing, emo guy, loved? Never, right?

"So... who are you?" I pondered,
"I'm Morality! He's Logic and the other guy's Creativity!"
"Oh, hey." I smiled.

Why bother him?

I disappeared to my room.

Goddamn it. I ruined the one chance I'd ever really get. My bed's ok. Black, purple and... dark purple. You know, two colours and shades. Good for me.

I clutched onto my sketchbook, with it's blueish black with amethyst purple and ruby red cover. I lay on my bed, and sketched the childish soul I had met that day. His clear glasses, shining in the light, his smile, as if he had never been hurt before and his ocean blue shirt. The orange glow of my lamp shone across the bed as my pencil lightly danced across the off-white paper; music slid through my earphones with a light hint of sadness glowing in my mind.

I fell into a deep sleep, allowing the ambient music to lull me to sleep. I released my grip onto my sketchbook, and closed my eyes.

I was on a cliff. Alone. I looked around, no one else. I sat down. Almost like I was expecting someone. I looked my hands. They were covered in dirt. I got up and stepped to the edge. I was just about to jump when I was grabbed by someone, I looked up, "Morality?"

Two years later

It had been two years since I met the other sides. They didn't know two things about me: I was a Dark Side and that I fell in love with one of them. Yeah. Sucks to be me, I guess. Actually, another thing; I used to kind of be friends with Deceit. I know. How stupid of me. I flicked through the sketchbook.

That drawing of Patton had moved.