A/N: Hi, I had a bit of a writer's block, but then this here hit me right in the face and I wrote it down. I really should be working on one of my other fics, but yeah I couldn't just let this one go. Please tell me what you think, it takes less than five minutes to review, you can spare me that much, right?
Love Ar3emis
The Twisted World
People die, 'cause that's what people do. People give up when they think they stand no chance at winning. People lie when they think the truth is too harsh. Lots of people do stupid things with good intent. It's just how the world works.
But I hate the world. It's not a nice place and neither does it have what I thought it would have. The world holds hope, but it is false hope built on top of white lies and hidden truth. This place is foreign to me, even though I've lived in this world all my life.
The world is twisted.
I live in that world, the Twisted World. It's so ordinary and yet so vicious. The Twisted World has another name; Reality. People wonder why I dream so much, why I flee from Reality. It's because in the dreams the world isn't like the Twisted World. In my world you're still alive. You can still be there; with me, filling the emptiness inside me and giving me purpose again, in the Twisted World. I can talk to you and I can see you. And everything is fine.
But in the Twisted World it's not fine. It's awful here, because you're missing. You're dead, buried deep in the ground. It hurts to think of it
I hurt.
Everything reminds me of you, and my heart clench every time. My heart clench, my insides crumble and my mind screams in agony. The blood running through my veins is replaced with ice and my sight is replaced by the memory of your stone; the coal black stone with your name on it in golden writing, standing among so many other rocks with their own names in their own writings.
The Twisted World has lost its vibrant colours, those colours which were once so beautiful. Everything is in black and white now, even me. I'm just the person with the all too familiar cliché heartbreak you've heard of a thousand times before. But that does not mean that it doesn't still hurt, it doesn't mean that I don't want the colours back, because I do.
I'd rather have you back though, breathing, living. I liked watching you walk around with those cheekbones of yours with the big coat swishing dramatically behind you, it didn't matter really what you did. You somehow managed to catch my attention and I let you. I'd love to see your face again. I really would have.
I'll grieve for you and I'll hurt more than I ever have before. But I won't let it get in the way. I'm not like that. I will think about you and tears will be shed and I'll hurt. It'll feel like my chest is being ripped open and my heart removed and replaced with barbed wire, but I will not let my grief control me.
I will live on as everyone else in the Twisted World, I'm no exception. I will live on even if I'll have to do it without my heart beating behind my ribcage. I will do my best as you asked me. I will defeat the pain, 'cause pain is just weakness leaving your body. And I believe that, I really do.