It's been awhile since I've wrote anything but I am officially back and ready to write. This is a story I have been thinking about since way back when I was writing my other stories. Hope you enjoy it.

Darkness. That was all I knew. The only speck of light that was once in my life had long been extinguished and forgotten. I only knew the voices of reason and the pain that filled my head, echoing through my body. Never really knowing my surroundings or where I was for so many years left me with a dull pain and a never-ending sense of fear. The eternal criticism crushed me. On a daily basis as I was seen as a monster to those around me and the punishment for being so. The pain of the cold black that blanketed my vision seeping into my heart, making it hard against everything. I was worthless to this world, a curse that came about with my waste of life. No one cared about me. I was just a mistake that made others pay. Now I had to take all that crushing blame. Even if I wished for death, it would be too generous.

Maybe I would already be dead if it wasn't for her. The soft voice of reason that urged me forward. It kept me from hurting myself every chance I got. But even as the voice talked to me, I rarely listened. The soft sounds of her voice and movement just being left in the endless vibrations of the world. Even if I wanted to return the conversation, words were almost foreign to me. It was as if my mouth and vocal cords could no longer form their meaning. Though silence is better than trying. I was too crushed. To broken. All I was good for was being a test dummy for those over me. The endless pricks of pain and bindings the held me became something normal. The blows all over my body became normal. Even if tried to defend myself, I was hurt worse. It was as if the attacker was out to hurt me all they could. Like I was their method of venting. And me defending myself and fight back was a sin in their eyes.

The pain became a constant as it throbbed through my veins, reminding me of my wretched life. The pain I felt made me grow to hate touch, even lashing out. I even made the voice cry but still it stayed. Why? Why couldn't I just drift off to sleep forever? Why did I have to deal with the warmth next to me? Why couldn't I be left alone? Why couldn't I just live with the pain? Why did they have to care for me? They should know by now I'm helpless. A lost cause. Expect their tears said otherwise. This time they wouldn't leave as they pleaded to my uncaring ears. It was just a sharp ringing I wanted to stop. Swiping out my hands, they landed on what I could only describe as fuzzy. Soft, fuzzy, and warm.

It was a feeling I couldn't take my mind off of. This feeling, the last one I had known of when I still had the light. That sudden spark was quickly ripped away as a loud shout echoed through my head. I was then once again left with the coldness in my hand, a slightly tingle being the only sign of the warmth that had been there. As small crack formed in the wall to my heart, before the coldness invaded my body as I felt a soft prick in my arm. As my conciseness faded a splash of warmth crossed my mind and a tear dotted my eye. Even so as soon as the memories were given to me, all feeling I had felt echoed away before my thoughts were blanketed in black.

Thanks for reading the start of this story. Any ideas or thoughts, you can pm. Letting me know what you thought of it helps a lot with the story now and going forward. Oh also if you liked it and are down to leave a review, which helps as well. Thanks again for reading my story and until then peace out.