The colors were neon, popping out of the darkness, lighting the path before me, comforting my conscious, pulling at the strings of my soul. I followed the path with a giddiness, a loyalty, a fondness, until I was no longer walking but running. Running towards the bleak nothingness, that was you, the real you. You are not filled with colors but dripping in morbid negativity, a flowing force of darkness. Waiting to inhale my foolishness, my innocence. Blinded by the beauty you portray, engulfed by the pulsing colors of light, that dissipate into your eternal abyss. I am trapped forever, I am lost to the light that lingered outside my soul.
“ you’ll get what you deserve, I’ll make sure of it!!! You’ll have one just like you!!! “ hissed the ancient woman standing before me. I had on my poker face, but inside my head my thoughts were thriving! Silly old woman,I’ll NEVER want children!! She looked me in my eyes, I felt my soul cringe “ yes you will” she shrieked!! Reading my mind, something that has happened before! It doesn’t spook me, but peaks my fear, as I know not what she’ll do. This old woman her knowledge of the ancient arts is legendary. People travel far and wide to receive her services that are always 100% guaranteed! Methods used are violent, painful , planned out. Always completed , no questions asked! Yes I was her great great great granddaughter,but what I’ve done, how I stole from her, to conduct my own black magic, to set forth my own streak of doom. Was considered a betrayal in her mind. An unforgiving , unfortunate turn of events. In other words, I was damned!!
The figure was positioned in a deep slump. That is why I could not make it out, from a distance. The closer I got, the more desolation seeped into my eye sockets. I tried to trod lightly over the crunchy fragile ground. Each step bringing me closer and closer to the figure, each breath inhaling the truth, exhaling the identity! My feet touch the edge of the mangled body. I freeze, I know!!
