monsters in the dark.
Cordelia likes the darkness. It beckons, beguilingly. She doesn't glow, or shine; she doesn't belong in the light. But in the darkness, she cannot be seen. Shadows form their own worlds of uncertain boundaries. It is safe. Monsters hide in the dark.
Cordelia examines the blisters on her hand. Disinterested. They don't hurt, are mere a nuisance. But if they pop, she will not be able to use her hands. So she takes a pair of gardening gloves -- too big, she notices absently -– and picks up the shovel again.
She digs. Pointed shovel slicing into the ground, hefting earth away. Mechanical movements. Sometimes others hover around her. Mostly she digs alone.
This is hers. Her sanctuary, her hiding place. Where she can sit in the darkness and be alone. Only with the shadows with company.
Cordelia placates the others with false smiles and promises. She doesn't need them; but if the help, it will be done sooner. Carol does as she is told, Grace fusses nearby. Elaine does not know what to do. Cordelia understands that.
Elaine is alone too. She is not perfect. Cordelia despises those who are perfect. Hates, yet to that she aspires. But she can't be, so instead she will hide. Sit perfectly still, wrapped in shadows.
Elaine needs to hide too. Cordelia can see that, that she should be put away where no one can stare and judge. She, too, should make friends with the darkness. Instead, she turns to the two in the light. Grace, Carol. But Elaine can't be like them.
So Cordelia will show her. Take Elaine into the dark. Then maybe, maybe Cordelia will join her. For in the darkness monsters hide.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Eh heh heh ^^;;;; ok, it went a little freaky psychotic demented and it doesn't flow as well as it should. But gimme a break, it was written during class in a forty minute SAC. And yet, it somehow managed to get an 'A' which it fully doesn't deserve. I even went to my teacher in a fit of guilt and told her to revise the mark, but she said it deserved one so I'm all 'Meh. Whatever.'
After writing this, my hands shook for half an hour. I freak myself out sometimes, and most of the other people who read it said they were going to get nightmares. -_- well, go me. And yes, I am totally hyper and random and weird and I like to babble too. I could babble longer then the fic itself. Not that hard, it's only 283 words, when the word limit was 300-600 ^^;;;;; Oh. Well.
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