Needles
By Any Unborn Child
Within the many shades of light, even as the candle starts to brighten, the darkness was bound to prevail sooner or later.
Nothing was sacred.
Nothing was permanent.
Everything was in a constant change.
Was there ever something really tangible?
No…no there wasn't.
Ciel had believed this for the longest time. With everything he had been through, it had proved difficult to experience the same innocence as others his age had been introduced to again and again, most of which would be found through some twisted folly or something that could easily be fixed.
For the boy, it was not that easy.
He still felt at fault for his parents' deaths, even when in reality he had nothing to do with them, nothing that he could have done to save them.
He still could see the blood pool around him in his mind, the combined blood of those whose deaths he had bore witness to but never completely registered.
He still remembered the numbness that his entire body felt, moments after it had quaked and petrified because of the pain he had been subjected to at the time of his contract with Sebastian.
Sebastian…
This person…no…this demon…was he the only true constant in his life?
Was he the one who could finally grant him the sanity, the peace of mind that he so desperately wanted, the peace that he so carefully denied for so long?
…The insanity of the world was all that Ciel had known.
Nothing was certain.
Nothing was concrete.
Things could change in an instant.
He had realized this, as the needles of life, the needles of dark remembrances taught him every day.
As they would continue to do so, with everyone he encountered, and everyone he forged a relationship with, however multi-faceted and strange it was.
One prick of the needle…
…and it would all be over.