“To me, love was supposed to be dark. Love does not mean happiness. Love is pain, its suffering for someone. Its being so close to someone that eventually they would destroy you, or maybe you them. If you are happy, you are not in love. If you are in love, you are prepared to die. If you are not prepared to suffocate by the blanket that you will carry on your shoulders, then you are not prepared to love someone unconditionally. There is no such thing as an happy ending, there is no such thing as happiness. Its an illusion created by man to make the people who are scared less scared. Fear is what fuels us, if everyone was brave the human species would be extinct. We are already killing each other, but that is because we are scared. If we were brave it would be each man on their own until last man standing.
Fino alla morte non si separi - only death will make us part. There is no chance that we ever would survive love, not when its real. It is supposed to be dangerous, like you are prepared to die in an instant. To me, the love where you suffer, fight, cry, and are on the brink to end everything is the best one. Cause its the only way that you know its real, its the only love that comes out strong. Happy? Pfft, you can be happy when you are dead. No one has time for that fairytale bullshit anymore. Pretty messed up eh? Well, truth always was kind of fucked up. Let me just tell you one thing more, and then i’ll leave. If you ask yourself this, is the truth really the truth? No. The truth about the truth is, it hurts, so we lie.”
Her name was Willow, Willow Indigo Daniels, it was ironic really. Her favourite drink was Jack Daniels, her eye colour was a blue-purple colour, and the one thing that everyone knew she had was will. “I think my mother was high when she pushed me out.” Was the explanation she gave anytime she introduced herself, truth was, she didn’t know her mother, nor her father. Apperantly, her father left when her brother was 5 and then once Willow was born her mother went a bit loopy, well that is what Steven told her. Steven Jack Daniels, once again, mother was a bit of a ‘free spirit’. Willow’s older brother, the person who raised Willow. Steven was not a bad guy, but he did what he had to do to make sure Willow was safe and that he could support her. And he had done a pretty damn good job, but that was about to change.
Willow, with her porcelain skin and Indigo eyes, was often a topic Steven’s drug dealer friends. Her blonde, almost white hair framed her slender face, and her lips were red like the petals from a rose. She was a gorgeous creature, but every rose has its thorns. Willow hated that people judged her from her looks, she was more then a pretty face. She could easily take care of herself, and if anyone told her differently she would make sure they ate their words. No seriously, she would scribble it down on some paper and shove it down their throat. She would never be weak, she wouldn’t allow it.
Willow had a best friend, James. They had met 7 years ago when Willow was ten, James was 12. She had been sitting outside a supermarket when James and his mother came up to her. “Here, James sit here with this girl, whilst i do the shopping.” His mother had smiled and dumped him next to Willow, thinking that Willow was there for the same reason. But she was wrong, Willow’s mother wouldn’t come and pick her up, she had gone to visit the mad hatter. When James’ mother had realised what was really going on, she brought Willow home, giving her some soup. It was the most disgusting soup Willow had ever tasted, but also the best one. She had been missing for three days when Steven finally found her, he had found her at the same place outside the supermarket.
“Where the fuck have you been? Ive been looking everywhere for you.” 15 year old Steven asked. “Well clearly you didn’t look well enough.” Willow spoke in a monotone, grabbing her brothers hand walking home. James and Willow had been friends ever since, and nothing would ever change that. Well death would, death would make them apart. Willow didn’t consider herself normal, she didn’t want to. She was abnormal because she saw things the human eye would rather ignore. Her mind was a dark place. “We live in a darkworld, you are just lightening it up with your bullshit.”
