Pink Mist: Prologue
The pain simply will not stop; there is nothing to abate this burning, this itching, the insatiable desire to end everything. Only in the brief instant of the blade sliding across the skin does the pain vanish, for one instance all worries and concerns fall into the void. Only for the pain to resurface, crawling its way out of the unfathomable pit of oblivion, as it scales the black walls of the abyss it eventually reaches the heart and sinks its fangs into the beating muscle. For another instant this new pain eclipses all others, and the peace returns, but all things must come to an end, as a potent poison floods the system, leaving the body as a shivering and shuddering mess, incapable of perceiving the world around it.
But as this process is repeated over, and over, and over again. Something is missing; a gaping hole is left in the being, unable to fill the void alone. This missing piece is breed from the desire to be heard, to be saved from this pain. The being demands attention, to validate its existence, but the psyche has other ideas. At the absolute lowest the consciousness convinces itself that is undeserving of being saved, that the effort of being saved is not worth the peace it would provide. The mind convinces the soul that it is past the point of no return, that if it truly does catch the eye of anyone willing to save them, that they would only bring down such a kind soul to hell with them.
Thus the two conflicting emotions brew into a storm within the being, both fighting for dominance. One striving to be heard and in turn saved from the pain, and the other forcing the pain and suffering deep into the inner recesses of the soul, far from the light of day, to lay concealed and fester until the force keeping it at bay is no longer strong enough to hold it down. Should the either one win or lose, the being may be forced to make a decision that decides the fate of the being. The decision to either lay bare himself or herself and beg for help, or chose to end their own suffering, permanently. Depending on the circumstances either choice may yield any result.
For any being enduring this storm, this war of emotions, they may choose to give physical form to this war, or keep it hidden within them. Should they choose to keep the storm within, then they often don a mask to help them function in society. However, no mask is perfect, those skilled at perception will notice the fake smiles, the false excuses, and their dead eyes. The on goings of the world around them effects the battle that rages within, should the mask be shattered then the desire to end their suffering will most likely be amplified to the point of action. Should they choose to express themselves, they risk discovery, and discovery can sometimes help to alleviate the pain, or worsen it. Both choices carry with them heavy consequences, and as such there are those who fluctuate between these two states of action and inaction to help keep the monsters at bay.
This work is now complete. I'll be uploading them at my own pace from here on out, but know that the wait will not be terrible because all of the chapters have already been written.