A/N:: Hey! Its been a while! I've been working on an original story for a while but I have run into a writer's block. To cure it I did some free writing and this is one of the many things that I wrote. From now on, I will only be posting if I have a writer's block.
If you have any questions about the original story I am working on, please message me and I will do my best to answer back!
Hope you enjoy this story! Cause I own nada of it!
You stand alone in this sideways world as you try to make sense of everything going on. Something isn't right and it is so glaringly obvious. Your voice is hoarse and rough and scratched as you yell to get him to hear you. But he doesn't reply. You can't hear his thoughts. He just fell asleep, you tell yourself but you know that is a horrible, stupid lie. Even when he slept you could see his mind, walk through his dreams, hear whatever he had to think if you really wanted to.
But now you can't. It's like there is a cast-iron door that can't be unlocked from your side of it blocking you from him, from your king. You pound on the walls of this inner world but he still does nothing. You refuse to show it, even though you're painfully alone, but you are scared. You know if you show it, then it really is true, so maybe denial would be better.
So you begin to wander and force your thoughts away from your king. But maybe he really isn't your king if he doesn't even respond to you. There are worse things that could have happened, you know. But not death, for sure. Because if your king died, wouldn't you? After all, you are a part of him, a part that he might have forgotten because you think it's been years in his world now since he last came to you.
But you try to ignore that because it hurts way too much. Sometimes, though, you welcome the pain because it is such a foreign feeling. You never knew that you could feel something like this but you push it away and put that stupid grin on your face. Of course you know, by now, he won't come back so you probably should stop acting like he will. But old habits die hard, even if they only lasted just a few months.
And the neglect and depression are everywhere. More often than not, you are completely and utterly drenched. You know you could hide from the clouds and the rain inside one of the sideways buildings but you don't. Instead, you sit on them, watching the rain and the slowly deteriorating world. Now, denial doesn't even work. Only half the buildings are intact and the rest are crumbling or already destroyed.
Eventually, you just give in to what's happening around you. There is no point in fighting when your world is almost gone. Maybe, you think, that the world only stayed because you were fighting so very hard to remain. So now that you gave up, maybe you can just go in peace without having to worry about the king who so readily abandoned you.
Your golden eyes close as the sounds of destruction ring in you dying ears. After all the time you spent fighting, giving up just feels nice, in a strange way because you are giving into your own death. But you don't really mind in the end because what is the point of staying in a place, forgotten and alone and in so much pain. As you fade away, you smile because you think you can hear the king's voice, even though you know it isn't true. Still, you think it's better than dying alone, even if it is your imagination. Soon you know nothing else as you disappear into oblivion with everything else in your messed up, sideways mind.
