Cold Heart

One shot

Here she stood, on her lonely mountain top. Away from the peering, judging eyes of those who once surrounded her with love and affection. The eyes that adored her before they knew, before they saw who she really was. Before they deemed her a monster. A freak of nature.
They pushed her away, abused her, used her. Drove her away to her isolated mountain, wishing hell would take back it's creation; they left her to die.
"Let the wolves devour her" They said.
"Let nature take care of what is not ours." They sang.
"God will punish you for your sins." They shouted.
"You are not one of us" They sneered.
They called her demon. They called her monster. They called her freak. They called her abomniation. Was that who she was? A monster? A spawn of Satan? Something that deserved hell fire? Was she really that despicable?
She begged. She begged to be loved. But they turned a deaf ear. Her cries became screams. Screaming for anyone to hear her, to save her from her misery. She screamed till her pleas were no more than a whisper. Too silent for even her own ears to hear.
So here she stands. A girl beyond recognition. A girl who was once full of love, was now a broken shell. A girl who merely wanted her suffering to end, but not even death was kind enough to grant her wish.
Slowly, the darkness that was once so far from her heart embraced her. Darkness that she vowed to never let enter, treated her with the love she so dearly desired. Darkness became her only friend.
The darkness kept her company.The darkness comforted her. The darkness smirked in secret at it's newfound toy.
Each passing day where they celebrated their 'victory', Darkness was working. It whispered and sang in her ear. Reminding her of what she was deprived of. Reminding her that she was considered a monster.
As they danced and sang, the storm with her was brewing.
"They hurt you" It whispered.
"They abused you" it reminded her.
"They left you to die" it cried.
"I know." She sighed.
"I remember." She mumbled.
"How can I forget." She growled.
Darkness grinned in pleasure at the smell of the hatred rising within her. Hatred planted by the ones that were supposed to love her.
"What are you going to do about it?" it sang.
The grin that painted the girls face was not one of love nor joy, but one of hate and pure darkness. "I'm going to make them pay." She was a monster after all.
So here she sat, on her throne made of ice, covered in the blood of those who used her. Relishing the screams of those she onces called family.

Hey guys! Sorry I've been so inactive with "Where this Road leads" but life got interesting this year. But I hope you guys are doing okay. Stay healthy, and stay safe! I'm here to talk if you ever need someone to lend an ear. Peace out lovelies!!