I had my creative writing module again today so I did two more pieces of writing for you guys. :) Enjoy. :D Oh, you probably need tissues and chocolate for this chapter and the next :)
It's kind of funny, you think, how over the centuries all the little pieces that made up who you were slowly fell away and shattered on the ground. It's kind of funny, you think, how no one seemed to notice when your heart broke, when your laugh died, when the sparkle in your eyes faded away. It's kind of funny, you think, how you managed to fall so very, very far before you had even let go, and how no one even noticed.
It's kind of tragic, you think, how everyone always told you to know your place when you never had a place to know. It's kind of tragic, you think, how everyone always despised and hated you for lying but got angry at you for getting upset over a lie told to you your entire life. It's kind of tragic, you think, how it was not the first time you'd let go but you'd thought it would've been the last.
It kind of hurts you, a lot, knowing that you belong nowhere; too small for the Frost Giants, too Frost Giant for the AEsir, too controlling for the Tricksters, too powerful for Midgard, too alive for Hel. It kind of hurts you, a lot, knowing that no matter how hard you try to fight it, chaos and destruction and blood and death and hate and rage are your best and only friends. It kind of hurts you, a lot, knowing that you fell through the ground that was meant to stop you, and you kept on falling, a little more broken for trying.
It's kind of funny, you think, that you've finally hit the ground and just when you'd found your wings to fly. It's kind of tragic, you think, that you lived your life in shadow and now you're going to die in it. It kind of hurts you, a lot, knowing that even though you fought it, even though you nearly succeeded, chaos and death and destruction and rage and hate have stayed with you through everything up until this final breath…