Blissful darkness.
He loved the darkness. He used them as curtains and covered himself so that he was there and yet he wasn't.
Freak.
Filth
Each word was like a bullet, lodging itself deeper in him. But soon, he became adept at dodging them, at hiding from them, behind that curtain.
Nobody wants you
Ungrateful brat
It was rather like watching an unpleasant video blankly while shoving popcorn into his mouth, wondering dimly why there wasn't any coke in the fridge.
Hold him
Take that
Who're you going to run crying to? Your mommy?
He pitied them at times.
They thought they had him. But it really wasn't him. He was behind that mesmerizing veil, laughing at their inability to reach him, at their stupidity. Laughing because only laughter existed in that darkness.
Let his body bleed. Let his body get bruises everyone turned a blind eye to. Didn't they know?
No pain could reach his while he was shrouded by that warm envelope.
Let them scream at him, call him names, tell him he was a mistake. No words could reach him there.
It was everything he had. It was the reason he'd survived. And he wouldn't destroy it or leave it alone. And the darkness loved him too, held him tightly in its clutches.
Till one day, he realized that the curtains had become too thick, too heavy for him to part.
Hello. I'm- What's your name?
He tried to peek outside. He couldn't.
You have nice eyes.
You're an awesome friend.
You're just like your mother.
We all love you.
But wait. Stop. Didn't they realize? Words couldn't reach him. And he wanted to hear them. Desperately.
He pleaded. Reproached. Nothing. Finally, he frantically clawed at the darkness, tearing at it, if only to allow some of those words to enter. But it was no use.
He collapsed and wept. But no one could see his tears. And he wished his life could be like the relentless unending video he watched…wished he could live his own life.
Why don't you tell me what's wrong? I'll help you.
No one could help him. It was too late.
The darkness tried to reason with him. Why would he want to go out there? It is a cruel world filled with people with sharp cutting words and fists who hate you. Didn't he enjoy laughing at them anymore? Safe in the knowledge that they would never get a hold of him?
You go there, you'll give yourself, then unable to bear its loss, you'll return to me.
And he knew it was right.
But this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He wasn't its slave. He wouldn't be one now.
So he tried. Hard. Scratched at it everyday till his fingers bled, till there was pain. It tried to stop him. Crush his efforts. Till he was suffocating. Couldn't breath.
But somehow, it couldn't end him. He was always up after some time.
It seduced him, the darkness, warm against his body. But he hardened his feelings and bested its manipulation.
Till one day, he was rewarded.
A slit formed and he parted it to peer through outside, blinking at the bright light shining at him, calling him, saying it was time,
He smiled tiredly back and then sank down. He wanted to rest. The veil had become brittle. It wouldn't last long now. But still…he couldn't find it in him to take it down completely.
The darkness had been everything to him. His shield, his protector, his savior. He no longer needed it. But he wouldn't abandon it. He wouldn't neglect it. It was a part of him/
One that he was giving up…
And keeping close to him at all times.
Sorry for the many grammatical errors. This one shot exists because I tend to get morose sometimes for no reason. Review?