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This story is inspired by, "Uninvited" by Alanis Morisette.
Clouded
To my only father,
Once upon a time, I believed in fairy tales. As I grew older, I began to believe in miracles. Once I stumbled across crimson anger, I began to trust in darkness. Step by step, fingers laced in sweat, I found myself tripping over my sanity and falling into the arms of wickedness. I was liberated, capable of choosing my own destiny. I protected the lives of many as a child, saved anyone I could as I became a young adult.
The very threat I salvaged their lives from was the very blackened heart that contaminated my thoughts. One day, I couldn't close my eyes without visualizing rough acceptance, and a challenging decision. In my fantasies, every look was reserved for my direction. In reality, every look was thrown across my shoulder, and the times he chose to look into my eyes, there was no wondrous desire.
He was murderous. Velvet stains marked his hands, making it known how proud he was to kill. Each time I saw crimson that did not belong to his attire, or his eyes, upon his body, I fell deeper into a striking bliss. I became condemned to the hell he resided in once the conscious that whispered the horrid deeds I was born to stop had become silenced. He had become an exception and I had become half alive.
I was falling for crimson faster than I could realize it in time to turn around. I knew watching him commit crimes in the shadows of the night was a part of me I didn't recognize. Sneaking off to gaze over his cruel choices was more than a hobby, more than an interest. I had evolved into a stranger that took shelter in a shell I called my own body, and slowly, with each intensified craving to follow him into the night, took over my mind.
This began two years ago. This continued on for two years. Professor Utonium, as you read this departing message, I want to reassure you that I have come to terms with the pleasure felt when witnessing death and insanity in the form of Brick, the Rowdyruff Boy. I have fallen into a burning want that has disintegrated all rational thought that ever existed in the young woman I once knew as Blossom.
I no longer know who I am now. I no longer stare at my reflection, for I am no one recognizable on the inside nor on the outside. I am lost, and whether or not my sisters come save me, I believe I have been found by the darkness he has presented me. I leave tonight. I won't return. I don't know if I ever will.
Justice has been served by meeting his pace beside the pull of evil. Thanks to the Rowdyruff Boy, Brick, I have been saved.
With the last of my love,
Blossom Utonium
I am hoping that you all are doing wonderful in school, life, and making the right choices. Have a wonderful day, and sweet dreams. ❤️