All right, this popped up when I was typing my newest work, 'The Kaiser and the Little Lamb' (message me if you've got a better idea. I'll give you the basic laydown. HELP!) Please review!
They thought it was nothing. I was just upset about Catalyn joining the Society of Light. I did, too. And oh, I want that to be true. But it's not. I am dying…and there is nothing they can do for me anymore.
For every friend I lose, the piece of my soul belonging to them dies; withers in torment for about 5 minutes, then dies…just dies. I do not belong to myself. All my life, my soul has been condemned to belong to those close to me. As they fade from my life, my soul withers and dies, like the plants who have hade too much water or fertilizer.
One by one, I watched them fall. Danielle and Samantha held out for as long as they could, but soon they too fell into death. For that is what the Society brings: premature death. The Society is hellbent on destroying the darkness…but the members lose half of their soul and mind…half of their life…
Chazz…Alexis…Bastion…Catalyn…Annabelle…Jasmine…Roku…Kayla…Samantha…Danielle…everyone left me to die. They have nicknames, but I can't remember them, in fact, I can barely remember my friends themselves. There are friends who haven't joined the Society. Jaden…Syrus…Zane…Atticus…Aster…
Hassleberry…are they all who are left? I can barely remember them. But that's what this place does to you, I suppose.
This place…its some sort of hellish limbo. I'm not dead, but I'm not really alive, either. I can hear splinters of conversation every now and then…I believe Jaden is going to try and stop Satarious. Hurry, Jaden. I'm slipping away. As I hope that Jaden beats Satarious, I sit here in the darkness and hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, wishing someone was here to comfort me as I sing my lonely song.
I glance at my hands and do a double take. They're fading. I look at myself. I'm fading! Horrified, I scream bloody murder, begging God in heaven to make it stop. Despite what friends I have who haven't joined the Society; my soul is too far gone. I sob and clasp my hands over my ears. I hear voices again. "Make it stop. Please, I can't take this anymore. If I'm going to die, just kill me. Don't make me suffer like this."
Grandma said that love and trust are easily destroyed, but pain and fear last forever and those who have been hurt and scared for a long time soon dissipate.
And as I fade from life and existence, I realize: She's right.