Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Black. Nor do I own the lyrics, those of which belong to Jessicka Foddera of JOJ. The song is "Rabiteen" by Jack Off Jill.
After about a year of hoping and waiting, I had abandoned all hope. Since then I would normally push his memory aside and since then we had made no contact what so ever. He had put me through isolation, loss, and abandonment, and my hatred for him began to grow on the inside. After his departure, sometimes I'd try to ask Imam where he thought Riddick was, but he would always reply the same way. 'His heart is with Allah...so we should hope.' he would say at dinner. He said that he had his life and we had ours, and then he would end the conversation at that.
After awhile Imam met a woman and they had a child; He married a beautiful African woman living on Helion Prime. She was also a Chrislam, and she was beautifully named Laijun. Together they had started a life together but somehow, they never left me out of it. In about a year they had a pretty little girl named Ziza; Every time I looked at her, I felt empty...she had reminded me of myself...and it had saddened me. Laijun was very kind to me also, but something was always missing. They had treated me like family, but when I looked in their eyes they shared the same void as mine did.Laijun was very kind to me, and reminded me of my mother; whom I thought I had forgotten. She had helped me reconcile my long forgotten past, and battle some of it's demons. Imam told her everything: about Riddick, me, and the HG. He also told her where Riddick was and what he was. Surprisingly, I heard none of this from Imam himself. For weeks I tried to get her to spill the beans without her realizing it. I had asked her what Imam told her about me, and what they talked about, trying not to make it obvious that it was because of Riddick. She told me she had promised Imam that she would never tell me. Walking away disappointed and resentful, I said,
"Imam. He has lots of secrets that he doesn't tell me, you know that...but I now a lot more things he doesn't tell you." Harsh, I know; but sometimes you have to be mean to get what you want. And what I wanted was the truth.
He said that he would tell no secrets.
He said that he would never lie.
He said that he would spring eternal.
He said that we would never die.
Cause when he lied it meant he loved me.
And when he lied it meant he cared.
And when he lied it meant he loved.
And when he lied it meant that he was,
he was, he was there.
Once night when Imam was in the mosque, after tucking in his daughter and bid farewell to his wife. She came to me dragged me into the living room, and placed me next to a locked armory. It was bought right around the time when Imam and her married. She opened it and handed me a huge box and said that everything I wanted to know was in it. After an hour of looking through it, she came to my room. She sat next to me on my bed and said she had done it because 'she liked me, and not because she feared me.' and because my eighteenth was coming up. She had told me he kept it for my own good, but all I could feel was sadness and hatred. I thought he would keep no secrets, and never lie... That night I decided that the life I had with Imam could never be; a thing of the past. I'd sooner live with a con, than a hypocrite, I thought. She had been sitting next do me while I pondered. Getting off the bed and heading to the door, she left me with parting words."Someday when you find the strength and right mind, my Jackie, then you may know what you truly want. But until now you must focus on you, and only you....You are one of one. Never forget that."
I never did; I still remember what she had told me that night. At the time I didn't understand, after having thought about it and looked through the box, I did. A few days after graduation, it would be my birthday again. When that fateful night came around I wrote a note addressed to Imam and my new mom that I was fine and would be back someday. Never said where I was going I packed my things and headed to out. Climbing out my window and jump into the street I had started my search. The night was pitch black, just like the death planet from long ago. The puddles reflected like mirrors; reminding me of him again. Getting on the metro, the chrono hit 2400 hours, and marked another year of my life; I was an adult now, and free to leave. I haven't returned since; I was eighteen.
I'm never going back I don't care what you said.
I wish you could see the hate in my head.
I'm never going back I don't care what you said.
I wish you could see the hate in my head.
Cause when he lied it meant he loved me.
And when he lied it meant he cared.
And when he lied it meant he loved.
And when he lied it meant that he was,
he was, he was there.
FIN