Tutto Il di Piango is a sad Italian song composed by Vijay Singh, a deep and kind-hearted soul who helped show the world real music. I have worked with him. He is truly a master of the art.
This is my first DP piece. Who wrote it, though- Dawn or Flame?
No, I do not own anything but the plot.
All day I weep; and then at night, when miserable mortals rest, I find myself in tears, and my misfortunes double; then I pass my time in weeping.
-Tutto Il di Piango, English translation
1. Those Feelings of Nothing
I felt nothing. What if I was nothing?
Many say it is not true. There are too many people that I can count that do not want me to think in such a manner. And yet, I cannot help but think such thoughts. Quietly, I pushed my raven-colored hair out of my face and shook my head, walking through the park and wincing in pain. Limps are not easy to tame, and this one was no exception. How I got the limp was simple- another ghost fight with the ghost hunter himself.
Don't ask me why his name is Skulker. Your guess is as good as mine.
I leaned against a tree and looked straight ahead, a dead sort of stare there. What was I thinking? Nothing, to be honest. It had been one of the longest weeks of my life. I couldn't help it. Some things had not worked out as I saw fit, and right now, I was ready to snap at the next comment someone made to me about Sam and myself.
Okay, so I admit it. I broke up with her. So what?
It's complicated. With the media hounding me and everything, I couldn't just find time to talk with her in private anymore. Was I proud of my decision? Like hell. I hated it with a burning passion. But she knew it was true that we couldn't just find a private spot and talk about her problems- as well as my own. It didn't mean that we would never talk again.
We just couldn't do intimate talking, that's all. And that broke both our hearts. We were upset. Sam bawled in my arms for an hour after I told her everything. I just sat there, rocking her back and forth and shaking my own head. It was never supposed to go like this. I had never even dreamed about this whole incident occurring.
But it had happened. And now I was here in the woods.
How did Skulker work into all of this? He had decided to show up right after I finished comforting Sam. Was I ticked? Yeah, I was. I couldn't do anything, though.
My anger only fueled him to defeat me more and mock me. I was being tossed around like a rag doll. And I knew I couldn't win then. It was demoralizing, to say the least. His insults didn't mean anything- they just bounced off me. I felt worthless- my girlfriend had just been dumped by her best friend; a ghost I usually shared banter with was beating me. There was really nothing I could do besides try and escape him right then.
And I did.
There was nothing there but a hard shell. I could slip in and out of it. Happy, sad, angry, anything I wanted was possible with the shell.
Right then, I was just a raw human being.
There was no emotion.
The needles from the tree pricked my back as I leaned there, feeling my chest quake with sadness. Why? What had we all done to deserve this? It was just… it was crazy.
Simple as that.
I leaned away from the tree and continued walking. There was no destination in mind right then. I just wanted to get away from everything. I waned all the noise in my head to stop, all the pain and the shame… I just wanted it to evaporate into something completely different. That which allow me to escape from the reality that trapped me.
Was there any place that powerful that could encompass me into that position?
I couldn't think of one at all.
The leaves above me rustled. I ignored it, my mind mainly on the limp. I heard them rustle before, and I wasn't ruffled by the noise. It was just the birds or the wind blowing. I knew it was. If anything had been there, I would have probably just morphed on the spot, to be honest. After the day's events and everything, I just… I couldn't think straight. There was nothing there.
Quietly, the leaves blew once more. I finally turned around and took a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to force the worry out of me. Nothing worked. I knew then I was being followed. The breeze blowing every fifteen seconds had to mean something. But the problem was, I didn't know what it meant.
I turned back around and opened my eyes again, wincing. Stupid limp.
There was a light around fifteen feet away from me. It seemed to entrance me, and yet, it didn't. I wanted so desperately to know what it was, but something seemed to be holding me back from the light as well. It was kind of like a voice that told me not to go forth and discover what the light really was. My feet, on the other hand, didn't want to listen. They slowly moved towards this odd light and stopped when I was a foot away.
There was now nothing but air between us.
I reached out, and the light suddenly grabbed me… literally.
The light had a voice. It was one I knew so well, and I kicked myself mentally for actually allowing my feet to move me and not my mind.
"Daniel… whatever are you doing out here in the forest?"
Vlad Plasmius. What was he doing out here?
Before I could ask that same question, the hand tightened around my wrist, and I grimaced in pain, falling to my knees. "Vlad…" I managed to grind out.
"Shush, little badger," he commanded. "You're going to a better place. I can assure you that."
And that was the last of his words I heard before I felt darkness embrace my mind.
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