Fear. Why do I fear every little thing? Oh, right. Because he makes sure of it. I will crawl into a corner, he will follow. I will cry out for him to stop, no, beg him to stop, but all he does is just laughs while saying, "Dear Misery. It's what your here for. To help me with my fearlings. You are my ticket to victory against the Guardians." Why can he not see this hurts me? He says he loves me and only wants the best for me, but when, if, he does take over I am going to be to afraid of him to stay near him. Every time I sense that he is I the same room as me I will cower in fear of him. My own father. I have feared my own father from the moment I was born. When the moon shone down on me, my name was given, a crescent moon shaped birthmark placed into my collarbone, and the shadows surrounding me. He never gives me a brake from my fear. I always feel like the Man in the Moon laughs at me. Never allowing anyone to help me. But, that was a long time ago that I came into this world as an immortal, as Misery Black.
Being backed into a corner, surrounded by Nightmares was not how I wanted to remember my birthday. Or, the day the Man in the Moon decided why not make an innocent child's life become miserable! No, this is not how I wanted it to go.
Tears were falling freely down my face as always. Sobs could be heard as picture were sent through my mind. Nightmares. I could hear his laughter from all the way in here. Wherever here is anyway. Ever since the day I was brought to life I have not left this room. Not once. All hope of ever being released from this room were swiped away during my first year of my immortal life. And that was over a thousand years ago.
Finally after what felt like hours, which is was, they stopped because he entered the room. Trying, but failing, to get away from him he grabs my arms. Sobbing in pain I try to get out of his death grip knowing fully what is going to happen.
"Misery!" My father snaps at me, leaving me completely limp. He smirks at this, "Good girl," he purred. Shivering in fear I dare to look into the eyes of the man I call my father. The Boogey Man, or Pitch Black, the nightmare king. Bright gold eyes meet fearful dull gold eyes. Can you guess which set are mine? Lifting me up so he is holding me bridle style, I think, he walks me over to the large bed. I curl up into him, sobbing, silently begging him to stop what he is doing. I hear him sigh as he sits on my black and purple bed. Pulling me out of his chest he looks into my eyes for the second time in the last five minutes. Pushing my pitch black hair out of my face he leans down, kissing my forehead, silently telling me to try and calm down. Why, you must be wondering, right? Well because he does not like what he is about to do, I think anyway. I just tell myself that for I do not go completely insane.
After every last nightmare is out of the room he looks back at me. Lifting his hand left hand into the air he summons black sand. I try and get away from him, but it is no use, my father is way to strong for me to fight off. Even in his weakened state, because of the damn Guardians and Jack Frost, I still would never be able to fight him off. Feeling the cold, heartless, black sand wrapping itself around my small, petite, weak body I scream. Pitch places his right hand on my forehead, whispering things into my ear as I scream in fear, pain, and well, misery. My eyes are closed completely, tears spilling out of them as I feel my father getting stronger with ever tear and heart retching scream that leaves my body.
Opening my mouth I whimper out, "Daddy..." Opening my eyes I see pain and sorrow in his eyes. Then all the sand stops after a good hour or so. He summons it all back as I breath heavily. Tears still streaming down my face I get out from under his hands, pulling a pillow in front of me so it is like a small barer between us I try and calm down, but my fear level is to high by now. My father slowly lifts his hand up, moves the pillow out of the way, and cups my cheek. Placing his other hand under my chin he moves it up so I am looking right into his eyes once more today.
"Dear Misery, I love you," he whispers while kissing my forehead again. Whimpering I pull on his black suit, pushing my head into the crook of his neck I just sob. I can feel him stiffen at the contact, but he does not pull away. My collarbone burned, but I ignored it, the best I could anyway. More whimpers escaped my lips as it became unbearable. Pitch notices my discomfort and pulls back just enough to see my collarbone glowing a dark crimson color. He pulls me back into him as the pain starts to subside.
What a baby, you must be thinking, right? Well you try living like this for over a thousand years and you will understand. Pitch sighs while petting my hair. He kisses the back of my head while he rocks up back and forth. Even though he hurts me a lot, I still love him. After all, he could of left me all alone on that night, but instead he took me in. Raised me as his child, and loved me in his own odd way. After what felt like years I finally start to drift off and the pain in my collarbone where my birthmark is finally disappears, but not before I heard him whisper, "Happy birthday my dear Misery." Then it was all black.
Well? I do hope it is not bad? I know I have another story under RotG, but I do not like that story and have no clue how to continue it! So, yeah. Here is a new story for you all!