Darkness Is Not Always Evil

From Darkness She Rises

It was all silent. Nothing could be heard. Under the bright moonlight, there were shadows moving in harmony. The forest was in chaos. The wind blew in a funnel above a secluded place. From miles, no one could hear the the terror. A small pale, naked figure walked unsteadily. Anywhere they stepped, the shadows swirled. Long, dark hair fell past their knees. Full of dirt, grim and filth. They stopped and leaned unsteadily against a tilted oak tree. Breathing heavily. It was if a camera had close in on them, bringing their whole body in perfect view of the camera, becoming clearer and clearer. Bruises, old and new, littered around the figures' hourglass form. Lacerations, small cuts and scars. The shadows that moved around her seemed to shy back. The moonlight came into view and shined its fluorescent light on the figure. Half moon scars were seen. The light of the moon shifted and the figure was back in the shadows. But not before the light caught her eyes. Swirls of black being hidden by a veil of hair.

It spoke of darkness...

She stumbled around the forest, not going in a general direction. Words were being whispered as she went her own way. A dark mist snaked around her form. It seemed she walked for hours before she stopped at the forest edge. The whispers stopped. For a few moments, she stood there, then she took her first step out on the road. A pair of bright lights appeared over the horizon. She paused and stayed in place, watching the lights move closer and closer. The sound of protesting tires and the blare of the horn reached her overly sensitive ears but she did not flinch, only tilted her head to the side as she watched a male exit the vehicle, yelling. She stared at him blankly. She was taken by the shoulders when she didn't answer him. Her hair moved from covering her face and the man stopped talking in shock and recognition. He seemed to lose his angry and worried expression and his features lit up.

She did not respond to him though but he didn't seem to care as he ran back to his car and grabbed a devices and tapped on it a few times. He was screaming out words but she tuned him out. He finished talking in the device she came to a conclusion that it was a phone. Her memories were hazy. She was in that secluded cabin for so long she didn't know how much time had passed.

About eight minutes later, after he coaxed her to sit down on the car seat, she held the cloth around her shoulders, loud sirens can be heard edging closer and closer to their location. There were flashing red and blue lights. People flocked around her. A man ran towards her and she was engulfed in a hug. Staring straight ahead, she looked on. He was warm. He reminded her of someone. Visions of a man with a mustache filled her mind. It burned. A two-story white house surrounded by trees. Red truck. All of which seemed hazy to her.

Her mouth cracked open as her arms moved on their own accord. They lifted and fisted the cloth as she returned the embrace. "Daddy."

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