They mistreated you, didn't they?
Oh now, don't give me that look.
You're angry and yet you're scared.
So very scared.
A lonely little boy.
You have been for quite some time, haven't you?
And yes, don't think I'm blind.
You're snorting in disdain and turning away.
You're not fooling anyone, you know.
Least of all me.
You loved your friends, didn't you?
You loved them with all your heart.
You told them things you'd tell nobody else.
But they were mere children compared to you.
They didn't understand.
They didn't understand your need to visit new worlds.
They didn't understand your reckless, restless nature.
They didn't understand you.
So, out of fear for the unknown, they turned against you.
They whispered together – our crazy friend.
You can shout and scream and make up excuses all you like.
You can try and defend them.
I won't stop you.
But deep down you know I'm right.
You heard them talking together on the pier.
They wanted to leave you behind.
Innocent, stupid, naïve.
Children.
You were years ahead of them and you understood.
They shunned you for it.
Do you remember how you reached out for him across the darkness?
Do you remember the look of fear, revulsion, shock on his face?
He didn't understand.
How could he?
No, don't hate him for it, my dear boy.
You say you don't but deep down you do.
You hate him.
You hate her.
You hate both of them.
Oh no – you say I've got it wrong.
You hate me.
They were friends and I'm just some creepy old lady, and didn't your mother say never to trust strangers?
Maybe so.
But they didn't understand.
I do.
Do you really want to flounder about by yourself in the darkness looking for answers nobody can give?
I can give them to you.
I can give you knowledge.
I can make your dreams come true.
I'm not a child like those two, dear.
I understand.
I understand you.
I understand you more than you think.
More than you know.
He didn't take your hand, did he?
But I will – if you let me, that is.
I will take your hand and pull you out of this nightmare.
I can make you happy.
You're looking at me sceptically.
Why?
Why should I trust you?
Who else can you trust?
Give me a name, one single name.
Then I'll be on my way.
Who.
Else.
Can.
You.
Trust?
A blank look, a cold stare.
Don't cry.
I'll treat you like a son.
I'll be the mother you never had.
The mother who ignored you through childhood.
The mother who laughed at your fanciful ideas.
The mother who didn't understand.
I'll take your hand…
If you'll let me, that is.
For you see…
When the darkness came, you had no chance but to oblige to its wishes.
It's no different now.
You will take my hand.
In due time you'll see.
In due time, my dear boy.
My son.
They mistreated you, didn't they?
They all did.
But I won't.
a.n: soo… can you guess what's going on here? xP tis easy, actually. this is an also an entry for nicrafetix's contest ;D yahhhhh.
