Note: This is a one-shot. Yes I know all capitalized letters in the title is unprofessional, but I felt it was necessary. I am experimenting and I have never written anything this "dark". I do not plan on continuing this. But I've always been a very fickle person so this could become a full-length story. But that is STILL highly unlikely. I wrote this because I was bored and didn't have anything better to do. By the way this is from Dark Link's POV or as I like to refer him as Dark. Enjoy.
Lovely CURSE
No ugliness outside could compare to the ugliness inside. Sure I was cursed. Sure I was hideous. But there was always that secret hope that someone could love me. That someone out there had the capacity to care.
The curse all began with my father, a cruel, hard-headed, bigot. All he did was hurt those close him. He was no friend of mine. In fact, I don't even consider the bastard as my father. After all, my ugliness is related to his misdeeds. I've renounced him as my father and broke all connections to him. No more of his angry, evil words. He never loved me. Just the fact that I exist ruined his reputation, and he took it out on me. Sometimes he'd hurt me. Not only physically, but emotionally. He tore away what little hope I had to nothingness. He told me I was worthless. His words always hurt more than the beatings.
I'd try to convince myself that there's someone out there, waiting for me. But no one came to my rescue. Like always I was left, broken, beaten, afraid, and alone. Love doesn't exist it's all bullshit, just like my lousy father. Love is a figment of our imagination. We like to believe the Goddesses are real, but honestly there isn't a single shred of proof. If the Goddesses were real the world wouldn't be so corrupt.
I can't love because I can only hurt, hate, and hide.
Hurt, all those who try to get close to me.
Hate, those who fear and don't understand me.
And hide, all the ugliness that is me. Most importantly hide all the feelings.
Feelings aren't meant for prying eyes. They should always be kept in and locked up. If you let out your emotions, it can only end with pain and misery.
Now for my father's story: My father had raped and beaten a woman. Of course someone of his caliber would do something so vile and immoral. I was conceived from an unwilling and innocent woman. My father wasn't punished for his crime. He was congratulated because of it. The fact was my father's social status saved him. He was the knight commander and army general. He was a man of brutality and war.
I am unsure of how my father got himself involved with a witch, but he did. He double-crossed her and paid the price with a curse.
My father didn't believe in curses,until I was born. I was ugly, deformed. A parents' worst nightmare.
My mother rejected me completely and abandoned me.
My father realized he was burdened with raising me, when he could have just as easily killed me.
I was hidden away, to be raised in seclusion, away from everyone. Away from the world.
My upbringing was drenched in darkness.
I never asked for this life.
Afterword: So how was that for a one-shot? Constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading :)
