8Written for the Review Game's October WCC. Enjoy :)
They are lost, all of them. Every single mind, heart, and soul is lost to the vast blackness that engulfs them. They give in to it, welcoming it as the easier rode to take, and slowly but surely, are consumed by it.
But not her.
No, she is different.
She would rather take the hard path. She desired to remain out of the darkness that seems so eerie with lost souls and lustful cruelty. In the depths of her heart, she knew if she stepped into the dark for a second, a measly, short second, she would be lost forever.
They, each one of them, will never escape on their own. They would have to be led out of the darkness. Their eyes had become blind with the pitching absentness of light to the point where wrong and right merged into one. Hands would frail about when one desired to leave the prison they had walked in into, but there were always walls blocking their paths.
She would watch as their ignorant ears would ignore her warnings. Her eyes gazed mournfully at the ones who walked boastfully into the dark. Of course, none would come out. The only escape route to this living hell was death itself.
Death, such a funny yet horrific term, seemed to be better that spending a lifetime in the dark. All of their glazed eyes would peer at death as if it were salvation.
She, contrary to the common belief, despised death and all that it brought. Death was cowardly in every sense of the word. She could not fathom why anyone would give so easily to such a wicked force. After all the words she spoke, all the tears she shed, and all the times where she would be begging them not to go into the dark, they shoved her off as weak and cowardly.
Her? Cowardly? She felt the need to scream at them as they snicker on their way because she new each one of their pitiful fates. They would let cowardice take hold of them. They would let the craven death win the glorious fight.
Yet, after all the hateful sneers, all the obscene gestures, and all the countless times she had failed in her mission, she would never, ever give up.
She couldn't... she refused to.
Who else would help the lost and broken?
Because she held firmly on to her mission and never let her disposition fail, she would continually linger outside the gate of the darkness warning people as they stepped into the cool flames it held of all the horrible things that happened in the dark.
She warned them, pleaded with them, whispered hoarsely things like don't, please, no; she broke down in tears at the end of these useless arguments. She would always fail, always lose to the dark, and never see a soul listen to her kind words.
Who was she? Who constantly begs people to turn away from the appealing dark? Who forever holds a light in her soul in a feeble attempt to lead the lost astray and out of the blackness? Who was she who loved unconditionally everyone that would be swallowed by the black abyss?
Ebony; her name means black.
Who would listen to her when her name meant black, darkness, a screeching emptiness that was never filled? They would scowl at her when she told them her name, laughed when she said she wanted to be the light to their troubles, and more or less, insulted her till tears framed her eyes and went on their way.
No one would listen to black.
They would rather be in the darkness.
It was the same as every day: rejection, laughter, screams. Ebony waited outside the gates of abyss, nearly crying at the sight of crowds and crowds of people pushing to get into the darkness. Evidently, talking to them seemed utterly impossible. They were all so absorbed in the darkness that laid before them that they paid no attention to her feeble form.
"Please, won't you list-" Yells of offense were thrown in her direction.
"It's not wort-" They rolled her eyes at her.
"You don't know what you-" Suddenly arms pushed her down, leaving her shaking on the jagged ground.
"Why won't they listen?" Ebony whispers to herself as tears sprang from her eyes and dripped down the sides of her cheeks. She hastily wiped them away, but the pain still echoed in her heart. The negativity still burned her.
"Who are you?" A quiet voice asks amongst the taunts and screams of the souls walking into the darkness. Ebony raises her eyes to find a girl, a fragile-looking, destroyed, fidgeting girl who had bent down to gain eye level with her. Her pale blue eyes stared into Ebony's as they searched for answers to the many questions that troubled her.
Letting the shock wear off, Ebony timidly replied, "M-my name is... Ebony." She waited for the rejection, the torment, and all the crashing waves to slam against her with a throbbing force, but none of these things came.
Instead, the girl sat down in front of her as her eyes brimmed with curiosity, "Why are you always out here warning us not to go into the dark? I've been here several times before, but your words... they made me fearful of accepting it... what's it the dark that is so much worse then what's out here?" Ebony could catch the hints of sorrow and wonder that clouded the girl's facade.
Finally, someone wanted help...
"It's death in there... there's life out here. If you go in there you will have no hope of coming back, but out here there is always a chance of recovery. It's... emptiness in there. You give up your soul by entering through its gates. The abyss is... pain and torture..." Ebony nearly choked on the tears that threatened to fall, "You lose any chance you have of every healing…"
The girl took in these harsh words, feeling more lost and confused than ever. She shook her head as if not grasping the very concept of the abyss, "Then how am I to feel life again? How am I to be healed from this madness that erupts in me? If that's not healing then what is?!" The girl looked at the thousands of soul walking freely into the darkness. She didn't want that; she didn't want pain.
Stares were directed at the pair as people marched on into the blackness. They whispered amongst each other of what the peculiar scene could be, but their minds only sat on the subject for mere seconds, tossing it away as grotesque and unimportant.
Ebony eye's saddened at the girl before her: her pale yellow hair looked abused and torn; the clothes she worn were ripped and shredded with hints of blood at the edges, and her lips were chapped and quivered with a longing to say so many words.
The girl had been given up on, but that was not something Ebony intended to do, "Healing is accepting what's happened and trying to move past it. You move forward through other's love," Some mechanical teens that had caught her words laughed stridently at the thought of love, but Ebony disregarded their hoots and cackles, "Love is rare, especially now, but if you find true love, you find healing."
The girl buried her face into Ebony's chest, sobbing heavily. This girl wanted to feel life... not darkness... She wanted desperately to find something that would not hurt her, but give her the care she needed.
She needed life, not death.
Ebony, letting a small smile grace her lips, whispered into the girl's ear, "Let me help you and I will show you something better than the darkness..." She felt the crying girl nod her head into her chest. Wrapping her arms around the girl carefully, Ebony let all the worries, haunts, and screams that came out of the abyss fade away.
"I'll t-trust you then…" The girl breathed out slowly as if full of relief.
The girl had been touched by her words. She had been saved. Even if it was just one, Ebony's fiery flame led someone away from the darkness. The cowardly abyss could not capture the girl's heart.
She led the broken girl out of the darkness.
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