Darkie Fiction

stolen throne

A boy born at the end of August

With winds as wild as beasts

And words that stung like bees

Words that dripped in honey

But tasted bitter

like dead branches from trees

He never cared

And I realised too late that

It was never fate

The love I thought we had

It was constant mental

and emotional turmoil

Scratching away at my soul

He made sure I had all my

favourite music

He drowned me out

from the rest of the world

He built a castle in the clouds

for me

and

locked me up

in the cold dark tower

I never saw the moon

but I howled for him to stop

I howled for my throne

that he sat comfortably on

I howled for him to free me

but he chose to break me

even more

and he left me broken and sore

My body reeling from the torture

But they praised him

A good king he pretended to be

A king on a stolen throne

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This particular person is difficult to write about but I will anyway. I've known him since primary, we climbed the bus together but we were in different schools, schools that were pretty close to each other.

I started developing feelings for him when we were in grade nine. We would see each other frequently and he'd send me music that I liked, we were close bus buddies but at the same time he was in the same high school as my best friend and they grew closer.

Now. This person wasn't the nicest of people. He'd insult me on multiple occasions but at the same time, he'd be all buddy buddy again so my naive mind accepted that as a healthy normal friendship.

It became difficult to accept when my feelings got involved in the mix and I'd cry constantly cause I felt that I truly loved him and I wanted to be with him but he kept treating me like his punching bag, reducing me to nothing day by day and sending me beautiful music day by day.

There was a lot of internal conflict. I didn't understand why I kept allowing him to insult me, to basically bully me and I realised it was because I was such an empath.

I hated him so much but I loved him. It didn't get better with time unfortunately because he seemed to have issues at home that we didn't talk about much. We argued like crazy. We just were at each other's throats but I stayed beside him, I still cared for him because he was my friend and I wanted us to be more than friends.

So you can clearly see that I was in a bit of a predicament with this complex individual. He hated everything about me but I loved everything about him.

The situation got so bad that I decided I needed to end our friendship. He was treating me like his punching bag and I could not endure the pain for much longer. I wrote this thing about how he made me feel like dirt, I remember crying so much that night and finally gaining the courage to send it to him through a voice recording.

He responded and said we should just be acquaintances and blocked my number. That was that. The was the end of the pain and it felt good. It felt good to not be abused about everything I emobied as a young teenage girl. It felt good to grow without his voice in my head, reminding me how ugly or stupid I was. It felt good.

But I still suffered. No one understood the pain I was going through. No one understood that I was struggling so much with self worth because of him and his issues. No one and I mean no one supported me and I learned a lot about myself and about people in that period.

I've dealt with a lot narcissistic bullies in my life and going through that alone, is what showed me that I can make it through anything and anyone. It showed me that I was strong. I learned how to be strong from this person. I learned that people are going to try and destroy you but that strength and power you possess will always conquer. I learned that as a victim of mental and emotional abuse, I need to forgive myself and I need all of you to forgive yourself too.

Forgive yourself and rise. Take back your throne.♡

Share your stories in the comments and tell me about an event in your life that made you realise your strength and power.

- MAWIZANA {wise one}