The darkness fights

With his eyes closed against the night, he could finally concentrate, sort through the jumble of nonsense that was his mind and focus on what was needed, what was a necessity, what kept him alive.

Life sure changed when you least expected it, that was for sure. He'd never expected to be needing the wind as his only companion or that his own friends would become a danger to him and he to them.

Worst of all was the loneliness, the glowering façade of people around him that failed to truly be there when it counted, who either feared or loathed him because of what he'd become. The people who he'd once eaten with now shied away like frightened animals if he so much as turned towards them and the people who had never liked him from the start now had a reason to stand and glare, to condemn, to wish him dead…

He sighed, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the tears that begged for freedom. He wouldn't let them out, not if he couldn't be released also. With a weary hand, he scrubbed it over his tired face and then let it pass through his wild hair in a wasted attempt to tame it.

He'd never asked for this, the only thing he'd really ever wanted was to be normal, to be the same as the kids playing ball on the street but that had been stolen from him without his acceptance and he'd become this.

With that, his eyes snapped open, emerald meeting the coal black of the night. He'd never asked for this, he'd never begged for this, he'd never accepted this and most of all, he'd never wanted this.

"Never".

Although spoken barley louder than a fierce whispered, the words echoed through out the night, aided by the wind in carrying them far off. He would only hope that they would be carried to someone that cared. He'd learnt though, as hard as it may be to acknowledge, no one cared.