Eternal Prison
Dark it was, for night had fallen and settled well in all corners of the land since the setting of the sun. Night. It was her time - for she was an angel of death, an angel of darkness. There was something out there that called to her.
The gentle wind blew, as a light breeze passing through the otherwise still air of the night. With it, it brought along whispers of the past, thick with nostalgia and memories that no longer were. The ghosts entangled within the strands of breeze floated out lightly, drifting to her ear, murmuring words of a time that was of one of the many yesterdays.
Bogged down by the episodes of the past, she felt trapped in a room built from bricks of past memories, which were cemented with gray layers of guilt and angst. Four tall imposing walls that narrowed towards the top, loomed over her. There was neither door nor window. Just a tiny gap left above. A minute shaft, which allowed a fragile beam of golden light to enter – it seemed to be her only link to the world out there, the world that she had been denied of. Small it was, but its presence comforted her.
That night was a moonless night. The silver beam of the moon, which she had grown so dependent on, eluded her, causing her only link to the external world, her only thread to sanity to vanish completely. Claustrophobia kicked in as darkness swarmed in and clung onto every inch of her exposed skin and every fiber of her clothes. Her long pink locks were now of dark ebony – perhaps it was the illusion of the dark night, or perhaps, it was a reflection of her past self. Thickening, it grew denser, tightening its hold on her, stifling her. She could barely breathe.
Out of self-reflex, her hands flew up to encircle her throat, to release darkness's hold on her. The world around her spun as she felt her senses dulling. Deeper into the black hole of oblivion, she fell…
It was unclear how much time had passed, but when she awoke, she found herself standing still at the very spot where she had stood previously when she had left the house for a quiet stroll. Had it all been real? She could still feel that nauseating stickiness of the dark fog that clung onto her.
Tears welled up as she recalled every single shot of the past events that ran like a roll of film being broadcasted in the theatres. A thin film of moisture, the tears formed over her eyes, obscuring her vision. Was it truly her tears that obscured her vision though? Or was it the rain that had fallen that fateful day she ended her own life under the dark stormy skies that wept with her over her friend's betrayal? Or had it been just mere blindness or her part?
She shut her eyes. The slight action caused a narrow rivulet of tears to find its way down her cheeks. The gentle wind blew still, now as a soothing whisper that attempted to dry her tears and take away her pain. It won't work though… Nothing would, for invisible shackles bounded her to a prison she could never escape from…
Until she managed to find a way to let go, Meroko Yui would never be free…
And this, was her eternal prison…
A/N: Hi! Hope you like this… It may seem a bit abstract and short but it's all about getting over the past really. More often than not, our past is a prison to us. For if we can't let go and move on with life, we'll always be stuck in the dark days that haunt us. Hope you enjoyed reading this… Please review!