Blackness is its own Insanity
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+. to F › Blade of the Immortal
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Adult
Chapters:
3
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1,636
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Blackness is its own Insanity
Blackness is its own Insanity
It's easy to step into the endless deep of pure blackness. I would have countless nights when I tried not to fall in but at the very brink I would turn and walk away part of me regreting, part of me wishing to end it all. Yes, it would be easy to let the blackness engulf me. It almost did. Once.
" Carly, how'd you overcome it all? ", people would constantly ask me.
" The same way any other person would've ", I always replied.
The thing that they don't understand is that I hadn't exactly overcome it. I've overcome death but I could never, ever overcome its aftermath. Survivng is the easy part. What comes after isn't. And the constant nightmares, the reliving of the deaths of the people I couldn't save are beyond surviving, beyond the overcome. Still, they would look at me with their false smiles and tell me how lucky I am to be alive. Am I really though? Those who had perished are free but the one that survives continues to bear the agony of the haunting memories clawing its sharp nails deep at the back of the skull having it come to life in the dreamworld. They can't possibly understand.
Again the blackness calls out my name beckoning me with a pointed finger.
Come, it tells me. Come, it'll be all over if you come. Come Carly, your friends await you. Come!
Reluctantly, I'll reach for it extending an arm towards the emptiness without the slightest thought of where it would lead me. But than, the darkness melts and I would wake up gasping, dripping with fresh sweat, drowned in a silvery pool of light from the full moon. The next day would be the same. The day after that. And the day after. Why can't it take me already? Like it had to so many others?
My Mind dangles on a thin thread of sanity and I know soon enough I just might fall victim to its madness.
It's easy to step into the endless deep of pure blackness. I would have countless nights when I tried not to fall in but at the very brink I would turn and walk away part of me regreting, part of me wishing to end it all. Yes, it would be easy to let the blackness engulf me. It almost did. Once.
" Carly, how'd you overcome it all? ", people would constantly ask me.
" The same way any other person would've ", I always replied.
The thing that they don't understand is that I hadn't exactly overcome it. I've overcome death but I could never, ever overcome its aftermath. Survivng is the easy part. What comes after isn't. And the constant nightmares, the reliving of the deaths of the people I couldn't save are beyond surviving, beyond the overcome. Still, they would look at me with their false smiles and tell me how lucky I am to be alive. Am I really though? Those who had perished are free but the one that survives continues to bear the agony of the haunting memories clawing its sharp nails deep at the back of the skull having it come to life in the dreamworld. They can't possibly understand.
Again the blackness calls out my name beckoning me with a pointed finger.
Come, it tells me. Come, it'll be all over if you come. Come Carly, your friends await you. Come!
Reluctantly, I'll reach for it extending an arm towards the emptiness without the slightest thought of where it would lead me. But than, the darkness melts and I would wake up gasping, dripping with fresh sweat, drowned in a silvery pool of light from the full moon. The next day would be the same. The day after that. And the day after. Why can't it take me already? Like it had to so many others?
My Mind dangles on a thin thread of sanity and I know soon enough I just might fall victim to its madness.