Challenge [265]
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kh_drabble Challenge: 265- Darkness
Title: The Concept of Giving Up
Word Count: 533
Author's Notes: My first time here, trying to post something? Warning: Birth By Sleep spoilers are found here.
It hurts.
It hurtshurtshurts.
Or it would hurt, if you had anything of your own left to hurt with.
But there's too little of you left to spare for hurting anymore.The frigid touch of greedy, curling shadows had long since turned your heart numb in whatever essence of moments passing you had.
You could barely force yourself to feel and keep feeling, dragging emotion after weak emotion from the dark pit of your Heart and fueling yourself with them, keep fighting, keep straining against the chains of inky blackness wrapped around your self, clouding your memories and recollections, distorting time until you no longer remember it's passage.
For all you know, you've been trapped in here, locked away in the yearning black shadows for an lonely eternity, alone and forgotten. Years felt like seconds. Days felt like months. A moment could last a week, a minute a fortnight.
But still you fight. You fought with the desperation of someone who knew he couldn't win.
You can't lose yourself to the empty yawning darkness surrounding you. You can't. Giving up was something, like the concept of time, you'd utterly forgotten. You would keep fighting. You would. For the friends whose names hovered just out of reach, but couldn't quite grasp the words or the meanings to and force your lips to shape the sounds. For the family, your family that had shattered like a fine wine glass on hard stone.
The glass fragments that cut your fingers and made you bleed.
You try not to scream. You refuse to.
There's a new soul governing the body, nodding your head, clenching your hands, and walking with your legs, and the new soul is blind to you both, prisoner and warden alike, knows nothing of what terrible dangers his Heart holds for both him and the beautiful World he now dwells in, and you want to despair as the new soul is lied to over and over and over again, twisted and warped into a thing, a horrible monster, a loyal creature of Darkness.
So history repeats itself. The new soul didn't even see it coming.
You want to despair. You don't.
There's a choking haze of darkness coating your heart, your weak thoughts dragged under a bitter fog of black. Even when you would struggle to remember and pull yourself together, you still stumbled. You couldn't even remember why you fought at times, when your disloyal memories deserted you once again, all you know is that you must, absolutely must keeping waging war against the enemy who holds you hostage, and torments you so.
Feed the burning fires of rage and hatred that had sustained you when the faint, vague recollections of warmth & friendship couldn't and remember how this foe—this horrible enemy took everything you loved away from you.
That feeds your seething urge to claim revenge on this creature of Darkness that shackled you in chains and took away your friends. You never even found out what happened to them after your life was snatched away from your control and that just fans the flames of loathing even more.
You want to cry. You don't.
Because you can't.
Not anymore.
Never again.
You have nothing left to cry with, nothing left to hurt with, nothing left to fight for.
But you keep fighting anyway.
What else could you do? You no longer remembered the concept of giving up.
Title: The Concept of Giving Up
Word Count: 533
Author's Notes: My first time here, trying to post something? Warning: Birth By Sleep spoilers are found here.
It hurts.
It hurtshurtshurts.
Or it would hurt, if you had anything of your own left to hurt with.
But there's too little of you left to spare for hurting anymore.The frigid touch of greedy, curling shadows had long since turned your heart numb in whatever essence of moments passing you had.
You could barely force yourself to feel and keep feeling, dragging emotion after weak emotion from the dark pit of your Heart and fueling yourself with them, keep fighting, keep straining against the chains of inky blackness wrapped around your self, clouding your memories and recollections, distorting time until you no longer remember it's passage.
For all you know, you've been trapped in here, locked away in the yearning black shadows for an lonely eternity, alone and forgotten. Years felt like seconds. Days felt like months. A moment could last a week, a minute a fortnight.
But still you fight. You fought with the desperation of someone who knew he couldn't win.
You can't lose yourself to the empty yawning darkness surrounding you. You can't. Giving up was something, like the concept of time, you'd utterly forgotten. You would keep fighting. You would. For the friends whose names hovered just out of reach, but couldn't quite grasp the words or the meanings to and force your lips to shape the sounds. For the family, your family that had shattered like a fine wine glass on hard stone.
The glass fragments that cut your fingers and made you bleed.
You try not to scream. You refuse to.
There's a new soul governing the body, nodding your head, clenching your hands, and walking with your legs, and the new soul is blind to you both, prisoner and warden alike, knows nothing of what terrible dangers his Heart holds for both him and the beautiful World he now dwells in, and you want to despair as the new soul is lied to over and over and over again, twisted and warped into a thing, a horrible monster, a loyal creature of Darkness.
So history repeats itself. The new soul didn't even see it coming.
You want to despair. You don't.
There's a choking haze of darkness coating your heart, your weak thoughts dragged under a bitter fog of black. Even when you would struggle to remember and pull yourself together, you still stumbled. You couldn't even remember why you fought at times, when your disloyal memories deserted you once again, all you know is that you must, absolutely must keeping waging war against the enemy who holds you hostage, and torments you so.
Feed the burning fires of rage and hatred that had sustained you when the faint, vague recollections of warmth & friendship couldn't and remember how this foe—this horrible enemy took everything you loved away from you.
That feeds your seething urge to claim revenge on this creature of Darkness that shackled you in chains and took away your friends. You never even found out what happened to them after your life was snatched away from your control and that just fans the flames of loathing even more.
You want to cry. You don't.
Because you can't.
Not anymore.
Never again.
You have nothing left to cry with, nothing left to hurt with, nothing left to fight for.
But you keep fighting anyway.
What else could you do? You no longer remembered the concept of giving up.
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Date: 2011-06-22 08:14 am (UTC)Paying attention to the rumor mill is like... listening to all the babble in the lunchroom. And that's just... babbling with some words thrown in, heh. ఠ_ఠ