Lost in Worlds

Meeting Death Itself

Depression is more than feeling sad.

Victim. Depression takes its victims and tears their souls apart and shatters them into millions of pieces, ready to blow up the world depicted as perfect.

Avery couldn't laugh, or smile, see the humour in small things as she used to.

She never remembered her dreams and had a loss and a massive change in appetite.

At school, no one understood this. They all knew she was close with Caleb, most over-heard the conversation on the bus and blamed her for his suicidal attempt. After that, the rumours started, and her classmates stopped speaking to her.

It sucked because just as she understood what healing was like; She stopped fixing yourself and would fall worse than before.

Caleb understood when she was not ok he would always treat her or try to fix the problem.

Sometimes Avery just wanted him to look me in the eyes after she says "I'm okay" and say "I know you're not."

She was tired of crying, tired of yelling, of being sad, pretending, being lonely, angry, stuck in the middle, needing help, seeking help and not pushing through, not being able to just let go, dreaming of a life she would never have.

Most of all, she was just tired of being tired. She wanted to scream it, that she wasn't fine, but all she could do is whisper the opposite. "I'm fine."

She supposed it would have been nice, comforting even if someone had known the complete truth about her and not hated her for it.

She screamed, "It's not fair!"

Tears rolled down her face, proving the pain she hid so well. Avery was about to stand up, trembling in the process to further explore the blisteringly, cold night when swirling patterns of ebony silk began floating around her, like something from a dream, rather a nightmare.

The shapes formed amethyst hallucinations, which she kept embedded at the back of her aching mind. It was the most beautiful transformation Avery had ever seen.

She closed her eyes in disbelief. Dis-belief and pain, pain that she knew would end at this picturesque moment and begin again instantly afterwards.

Her heart skipped a beat as her knees hit the cold ground so hard Avery winced.

An angel or rather a devil of a dark night faced her willingly, unfazed by her weakness and self-pain.

Covered from its chest to its thighs flowed a white silky, elegant gown contrasting to its dark features.

"I am the nightfall heir of darkness."

Avery looked up to see a dark blue and ebony creature of pure darkness.

Darkness clung to it like a kid to chocolate, and the night stars seemed to follow it with ease.... and caution.

"Speak, weakling," the 'mighty' figure dangerously proposed.

So it saw her as weak and useless, all the better anyway. Still, Avery wasn't comfortable in-front of this merciless thing.

"If you will say nothing then at least let me explain, or re-remind you the pain I suffer when seeing you so depressed."

It was a creature of soul darkness, without pity, and yet it had a heart.

Just as fear was about to rise in her gut far enough that Avery was to spill everything to the strange thing, it spoke, or rather it spoke to her mind.

I know what you feel daily, understand it, I feel everyone's pain whether I like it, so tell me, the heir said to her mind with heartbreaking gentleness, what bothers you so much you can't explain it to those who love you?

She almost gasped at the thought of pure darkness understanding out of everyone else, but something else gutted her first.

The thing could read minds, and Avery could listen back!

Avery settled on calling the thing a dark creature. She supposed it fitted the vibe.

It's a rare gift to read minds, especially for humans. Treasure it, said the dark creature, once again without moving its mouth.

Avery knew the dark creature heard its new nickname, yet it made no move to say or do anything. She trusted was not an option and needed to spill everything to at least one thing, whether it be a human.

Failing to put her feelings into words, she mumbled, "If I were to convey to people the amount of pain I feel every second, I would condone in it as it surrounds me, similar to you, dark creature, and it would be so ebony I would be opaque. I would die drowning in it before others could ever realise and pull me out."

It paused for a few moments as if pondering what to say next.

"That wasn't so hard was it now," it said and for once Avery understood this situation was to stop her from doing something stupid.

"Why do you not bother showing that pain? Tell yourself and understand that. Why not tell people because then you will stop drowning in it and you might just make it out alive. It needs to be of your own doing."

And then it vanished into a colossal puff of thick, glassy smoke as if it was never there to begin with. Avery wanted to shout that she had tried to show pain before people had shut her down and ignored it, but something else hit her mind instead. What if it didn't care, anyway? Just like everyone else.

Avery continued the long treacherous pathway home if not for her sake but for the dark creature's sake, so they did not need to meet paths ever again and she could end a snippet of its hard, suffering pain to endure for eternity.

The dark creature's words never left her mind. It needs to be of your own doing.

A/N: 

Hi peeps,

Don't think this is the last you'll see of this new character (death) or whatever you like to call it. Death/dark creature plays an important role later on. 

You guys got any random questions to ask? Comment if so. 

Love you all. 

Ali <3