Little ramble. Please excuse the errors, I didn't do any editing whatsoever and I wrote this in a moment of depression. Words tend to slip... If they bugged you sooo much just copy and paste this, edit, and just send the finished product to me. I'm too freaking lazy to edit it myself *shrugs*
Dedicated to Reni Readiris or whatever the heck you go by now! ;) Love ya!
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I took a single step into the fiery light, burning my skin like it did long ago. It still haunts me as it used to, never ceasing to make new marks on my old, bedraggled self. But I still step into it everyday, in hopes to someday become immune to it's affects.
But it still doesn't work.
Because light is dangerous and unforgiving. At some point it may have been my most treasured and beloved feeling, but now it's the end of me. Like when she used to explode with light from her every smile, and give with her happiness and gentleness. She was light, the good kind, but as she died it died with her.
So now here I may stand, placing a single toe into the rays of sunlight, letting it devour the remaining untouched skin. I hate the light, and everyone knows it. I like the darkest nights and the black that hollows my home. Though sometimes my eyes cry for it, begging to be able to see again... so I let them.
Prim would have scolded me for letting this happen to me. Letting the light become my biggest enemy when it used to be her greatest weapon. Though, I don't care anymore. Feeling and seeing the light reminds me of her, no matter how much pain it causes me to have.
I hear my name being called from every direction, but I cast the voices away without a second thought. They're troublesome voices that worry about me too much, even if given good reason. I wish they'd leave me and forget such an abomination like myself ever existed. It'd feel better, knowing they wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.
"Lighting...light...lit," I mumble before submerging my entire body into the brightness of the rays. I hear more calls behind me, but they know the light won't hurt me like I sometimes think it does. It can't really burn me, no matter how much it feels that way. It only burns my skin, my heart, and my head, from the loss of another; like forcing yourself into water after almost drowning. It's my version of the Arctic Plunge.
The Light's still scary though. I fear it more than anything nowadays. It can cloak things into making them make more beautiful than they really are or show the true colors of a beast. The dark however... what you don't see can't hurt you. It hides the scary thoughts and shadows, and only the sounds around you can be sensed.
The dark can't slither into every corner or crack like the light can. Like her smile could...
"The light" is metaphorical if you hadn't guessed...