Night

Alison

Night falls. It has to eventually, the sun taking its descent in its usual pace. The sky has darkened to a deep dark blue and everything outside is merely just a 2D silhouette. It's a starless night. Engines of vehicles roar but it is soft and crickets chirp amongst themselves in the background. I should be at peace.

I find myself on the balcony once again. The cool breeze caresses my walnut-brown locks and the city lights twinkle but they're no longer comforting. I am home aren't I? I should feel secure now. The sense of unease has trailed behind my conscious ever since I stepped foot in my apartment, and has now reached to the pit of my stomach. I rest my palms on the railing and lean over, staring at the scenery below. 

There is a presence behind me. I whip around to see no one there. There is just blackness and playful shadows, taunting me and biding their time. I hate it and this unsettling heightened sense that there is someone chuckling in the deepest darkness at my paranioa. Or, more likely,it's that I am making my dark apartment more freaky than it has to be. 

I have been hunted down and running all my life. From those who hate me, from maniacs, from seekers of secrets that should remain unkown for the population's good.... I fight, battle and hold them off yet my inner 'demon' will never stay at bay. It will always come to haunt me. 

It's just a little side effect of my... Abilities. I am a manifestation of Red-pain and love, but along the lines something went wrong. There are seven 'colours' that I am a part of,  each having a soul and its individual abilities. The soul I have is not Red but Noir (black). Therefore I may appear to be Red and have its powers, but deep inside... I am a fraud. The person who is a manifestation of Noir has the soul of Red. 

In the tenebrosity, I am haunted by presences that aren't really there but always hiding, hiding in the shadows. I imagine those who have died in my hand are perhaps there, waiting for their revenge, and think I'm delirious. Perhaps I am. From very young I have seen illusions that seemed so real. Other's can't though, so I am crazy, bonkers, out of my mind to them. But they can not comprehend, or even try to. 

Tonight's one of those unsettling nights. I grimly smile to myself, knowing I will be up till dawn, wide eyed and with a muddled mind. I give the rushing cars and streetlights one last glance before walking away.

I might as well confront my past now.