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I knew the darkness before I opened my eyes. I had felt this many times. The familiar pit of betrayal that left a puncture in my heart. I knew this feeling, the silent inferno that blazes inside of me. I felt him waltz around me, his presence oozing with triumph.
He defeated me.
No, he thought he defeated me.
I was love, I was hate, I was anguish and solemnity. I was life, I was death, I was the whispers of breezes in between the tree branches, carrying its leaves away into the mist. I was light, I was darkness, I was the rushing water of the stream over the rocks, tumbling with soft bubbles over the smooth pebbles.
Yes, I was darkness. A spy, a killer, a traitor. And yet, here I was, the metallic tinge of blood in my mouth, reminding me that I was the one being betrayed this time. This was revenge.
He told me he would get me back, and he did, but I didn't think it was going to be this way. He turned me to this life, the crime, the hate, the shadows, the whispered guilt we all shared. He forced this onto me. They'd look back on me one day and say, "She had a choice..." But I didn't. If only it were that easy...
And it was for that reason I opened my eyes and picked myself back up, brushing dust and dirt from my jeans. For everyone's trust I had lost, for all the souls I betrayed and left for the dead.
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I woke up in a cold sweat. I was having the dream again, the one where I am finally discovered for who I am.
Not today. Today is not the day I am found out.