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All is darkness. I am trapped in a prison of shadows, trapped by cold dark walls, trapped in a void of inky dark oblivion. No light can enter. No one can escape. No hope can be found.
The air is still as death around me. No breeze dances in this forlorn place. As I breathe, the air seeps into my lungs, weighing me down, damp and cold and suffocating.
There is no sound besides my own rhythmic breathing. No sound but my frantically pounding heart.
I am lying on the ground in a freezing room. Rough stones, cold as ice, stand as the foundation of whatever place I'm in. I shiver, but not from the cold. Deathly cold spiders skitter down my spine. It feels like a million invisible eyes are watching me, judging my every move, my every thought.
Wandering blindly through the dark, hand outstretched in front of me, I feel nothing. No walls that I can find. Just an endless expanse of shadows and stillness.
Suddenly, I hear something. A light shuffle, a footstep. Someone else is in here with me. A distant and cruel presence envelops the room, and the shadows seem to visibly thicken. Blindly, I search in the dark. Deaf, I strain my ear to hear another sound. Mute, I try to cry out.
My attempts are all in vain. All in search of my lost hope. All is darkness, and the cold stones seem to be dragging me down. All is lost, even before I know what is to be found. The air becomes colder, cold as ice, cold as death. The hidden eyes are still watching me.
I close my eyes, not that it does me any good. Trying to think, I realize that everytime I give up, the shadows become darker and the air grows colder.
'Maybe thinking of good, pleasant things will help me get out of here. How long have I been here anyways? It feels like I've been here for centuries, but it can't have been more than a few minutes.' Concentrating hard, I try to focus on happy things. 'The sun, my friends, my family... brrr.. why is it so cold!! NO! Only happy things! Hmmm... puppies, warm cookies, cute fuzzy kittens, ummm... has anything happened yet? Wait, what is that? It looks like a small floating ... orb? That's a bit suspicious.'
Slowly, as if in a trance, I edge towards the glowing sphere.'I kinda want to touch it. No, that doesn't seem like a good idea. It's a floating orb. Probably a bad idea to touch it. Wait... is it... growing? Great! There is a glowing, growing, floating orb in the middle of a dark room. What do I do now? My head says to touch it, my gut says not to touch it, and my heart is freaking out because I am scared of the dark. Perfect! That didn't help. Wait, is that... a person?'
It is a person. Whoever it is, is standing near the other side of the orb, illuminated by its ghostly, ethereal glow.
It's a girl. She has dark, wavy hair that spreads around her on the floor, and is crowned with a silver tiara that seems to suck up any light that dares approach it. She has a fair pale complexion, thin lips, and a mole under her right eye. But her eyes, her eyes tell a story far different from her beauty. She has black, heavily lidded eyes, curtained by long dark lashes. Her eyes are cold and heartless, seeming to penetrate my heart, and read my soul, judging all my mistakes and failures. I suddenly feel small, and insignificant.
This girl is rather short in height, but has an aura around her of fear and cruelty. She is garbed in a long-sleeved black dress that seems to puddle darkly around her bare feet.
She watches me, unblinking and expressionless, as I draw near to the light.
'The way she watches me makes me feel as if she knows all about me, and is studying the dark and sad parts of my past, and ... absorbing them into her?'
She smiles at me, revealing perfect rows of pearly white fangs. Her smile makes me want to cower in fear. She giggles, the haunting sound echoing throughout this prison of icy darkness, before she says, in a malevolent and silkily cold voice "It has been such a long while since I have had a human as a guest in my lair. Oh, ever so very long. I am delighted to meet you, Renee. You see, most humans don't make it to this level of hopelessness."
She giggles, sweet as honey but deadly as poison, "The kind of hopelessness that no one can escape. Darling, this is where you spend your eternity, a miserable lost soul, wandering aimlessly, searching for release. But alas," She continued with fake pity and remorse dancing in her voice, "there is but one escape. Corruption and ... destruction. I will corrupt your soul and make it mine. I will feed you to the shadows, and be warned, they are slow eaters."
With a laugh, she gestures to the ghostly orb behind her, "This is your remaining hope. Not much, is it? Why it's barely larger than a guinea pig. Tsk Tsk. Such a pity. I do adore watching it shrink slowly, eventualy becoming one with the darkness around it." She strides towards the orb of hope, floating in the dark, and picks it up, gazing hungrily at it.
"It does give me such pleasure to watch humans despair. Oh well," here she sighs, "it's better than nothing." Looking back up at me with her pitiless dark eyes, she continues, "Hope can not grow in this place."
Her last words seem to hit me in the heart, causing the orb to shrink. The girl smirks at me, her fangs seeming to grow longer in the faint white light of my hope.
After a few minutes, she says thoughtfully, "I may grant you the power of speech. You are beginning to bore me, maybe with the ability to speak, you'll beg for release. It might break your spirit quicker."
She releases the orb, and glides over to me, brushing her fingers over my lips as soon as she is close enough. Her fingers are cold as death but soft and light. As soon as she touches my lips, I remember that I have a voice, and can use it.
"Who... are you? And how did you know my name?" I ask, my voice slightly hoarse from disuse.
"Oh!" She cackles, cruel and cold, "I know all about you, Renee. Your past, your present, and your future. I know it all, and it is sad. You'll rot in this dungeon, and never see the light again. Is that not," She sneers at me, and hope shrinks behind her, "truly exciting? And as for who I am, I, am Queen Misery. Now, if you'd like to keep your hope a little longer, I suggest you suffer for me, or else I might just decide to eat your hope instead, and let you wallow in your own hopelessness."
Then in a commanding voice, she shouts, "BIND HER!!!"
The shadows around us solidify, becoming monsters so hideously disfigured I can't begin to describe them, lurching forward, reaching towards me. I scream, hope fades, Misery triumphs in my despair, all as the shadows bound me to the cold damp floor.
This is the end.
I am lost. I am lost in a place where I can not be found.
Hope is fading. Fading, and almost gone.
I am bound to the cold, rough stones below me. Heavy chains of shadows weigh me down, binding me to the floor, now soaked with my desperate tears. The monsters formed from shadows, hideous and broken, whisper in my ears.
My head spins, my heart cries out, and my tears continue to puddle on the cold floor.
"Worthless." The shadows hiss,"Ugly and unwanted. Such a waste. A dishonor and a disgrace. Unloved. Nobody wants you. Nobody cares for you. Nobody understands your pain. Your friends whisper about you. Your siblings despise you. Everyone hates you. Tears are for the weak. You are weak. Your family doesn't love you. You know this is true. You are worthless, despised, unneeded, uncared for. You are too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short." Their words swirl around my head, burrowing into my brain, embedding themselves into my heart.
"I am ugly, aren't I." I whisper to the ever swirling darkness, "Why would anyone ever love me? Why would anyone want to be around me? No one understands, no one cares, no one loves me. I'm not worth it."
"Oh, but you are worth it. You are worth it all." A voice, gentle and kind and full of love speaks. The shadows cower at the sound. "You are beautiful and loved. You are enough, never think you aren't. You are wanted, and cared for. Your friends and family love you. Tears aren't weak, they show life and emotion. Silence is a sign of death, but life is precious, so live a life full of beautiful stories."
"All stories, happy or sad, good or bad, have a purpose for your future, for your good. You will be hurt in your life, but those wounds will heal, and every scar has a story. Stories were made to be shared, so share yours with the world. Don't be silent. Remember, in the eyes of the Good, you are enough. Anxiety, depression, and their kind are from the dark. Everyone has met them, or will meet them, but it's whether you choose to believe their words that matters. Trust the Good and you will live."
As the voice spoke, a light shone from behind me, warm and bright, lighting up the barren dungeon around me. Turning to face the light, I saw a boy, shining in the air, smiling down at me.
He had tousled curly brown hair that cupped the sides of his face, each curl, its own smile. His eyes were kind and bluer than anything I had ever seen. He was tall with a warm complexion, and a joyous grin. He wore a plain white shirt and jeans ripped from use, and not for fashion. He seemed to glow with a radiance and light full of kindness and care.
As soon as he touched the ground, grass spread over the rocks, bursting with flowers of every shade and color. He reached his hand towards me, and as soon as I took it, all my fear faded and my chains disappeared. I felt light, lighter than air, lighter than I had ever felt before.
"Who.. who are you?" I said in wonder, awed at the change that had sprung up just from a touch of the boy before me.
"I am known by many as Truth. Renee, you have gone through much, and for so long. Rest now, and be free" He reached out, and gently tapped my forehead.
The scene faded, and I woke up in a field of flowers, smiling, as I heard my Father calling my name.
The air is still as death around me. No breeze dances in this forlorn place. As I breathe, the air seeps into my lungs, weighing me down, damp and cold and suffocating.
There is no sound besides my own rhythmic breathing. No sound but my frantically pounding heart.
I am lying on the ground in a freezing room. Rough stones, cold as ice, stand as the foundation of whatever place I'm in. I shiver, but not from the cold. Deathly cold spiders skitter down my spine. It feels like a million invisible eyes are watching me, judging my every move, my every thought.
Wandering blindly through the dark, hand outstretched in front of me, I feel nothing. No walls that I can find. Just an endless expanse of shadows and stillness.
Suddenly, I hear something. A light shuffle, a footstep. Someone else is in here with me. A distant and cruel presence envelops the room, and the shadows seem to visibly thicken. Blindly, I search in the dark. Deaf, I strain my ear to hear another sound. Mute, I try to cry out.
My attempts are all in vain. All in search of my lost hope. All is darkness, and the cold stones seem to be dragging me down. All is lost, even before I know what is to be found. The air becomes colder, cold as ice, cold as death. The hidden eyes are still watching me.
I close my eyes, not that it does me any good. Trying to think, I realize that everytime I give up, the shadows become darker and the air grows colder.
'Maybe thinking of good, pleasant things will help me get out of here. How long have I been here anyways? It feels like I've been here for centuries, but it can't have been more than a few minutes.' Concentrating hard, I try to focus on happy things. 'The sun, my friends, my family... brrr.. why is it so cold!! NO! Only happy things! Hmmm... puppies, warm cookies, cute fuzzy kittens, ummm... has anything happened yet? Wait, what is that? It looks like a small floating ... orb? That's a bit suspicious.'
Slowly, as if in a trance, I edge towards the glowing sphere.'I kinda want to touch it. No, that doesn't seem like a good idea. It's a floating orb. Probably a bad idea to touch it. Wait... is it... growing? Great! There is a glowing, growing, floating orb in the middle of a dark room. What do I do now? My head says to touch it, my gut says not to touch it, and my heart is freaking out because I am scared of the dark. Perfect! That didn't help. Wait, is that... a person?'
It is a person. Whoever it is, is standing near the other side of the orb, illuminated by its ghostly, ethereal glow.
It's a girl. She has dark, wavy hair that spreads around her on the floor, and is crowned with a silver tiara that seems to suck up any light that dares approach it. She has a fair pale complexion, thin lips, and a mole under her right eye. But her eyes, her eyes tell a story far different from her beauty. She has black, heavily lidded eyes, curtained by long dark lashes. Her eyes are cold and heartless, seeming to penetrate my heart, and read my soul, judging all my mistakes and failures. I suddenly feel small, and insignificant.
This girl is rather short in height, but has an aura around her of fear and cruelty. She is garbed in a long-sleeved black dress that seems to puddle darkly around her bare feet.
She watches me, unblinking and expressionless, as I draw near to the light.
'The way she watches me makes me feel as if she knows all about me, and is studying the dark and sad parts of my past, and ... absorbing them into her?'
She smiles at me, revealing perfect rows of pearly white fangs. Her smile makes me want to cower in fear. She giggles, the haunting sound echoing throughout this prison of icy darkness, before she says, in a malevolent and silkily cold voice "It has been such a long while since I have had a human as a guest in my lair. Oh, ever so very long. I am delighted to meet you, Renee. You see, most humans don't make it to this level of hopelessness."
She giggles, sweet as honey but deadly as poison, "The kind of hopelessness that no one can escape. Darling, this is where you spend your eternity, a miserable lost soul, wandering aimlessly, searching for release. But alas," She continued with fake pity and remorse dancing in her voice, "there is but one escape. Corruption and ... destruction. I will corrupt your soul and make it mine. I will feed you to the shadows, and be warned, they are slow eaters."
With a laugh, she gestures to the ghostly orb behind her, "This is your remaining hope. Not much, is it? Why it's barely larger than a guinea pig. Tsk Tsk. Such a pity. I do adore watching it shrink slowly, eventualy becoming one with the darkness around it." She strides towards the orb of hope, floating in the dark, and picks it up, gazing hungrily at it.
"It does give me such pleasure to watch humans despair. Oh well," here she sighs, "it's better than nothing." Looking back up at me with her pitiless dark eyes, she continues, "Hope can not grow in this place."
Her last words seem to hit me in the heart, causing the orb to shrink. The girl smirks at me, her fangs seeming to grow longer in the faint white light of my hope.
After a few minutes, she says thoughtfully, "I may grant you the power of speech. You are beginning to bore me, maybe with the ability to speak, you'll beg for release. It might break your spirit quicker."
She releases the orb, and glides over to me, brushing her fingers over my lips as soon as she is close enough. Her fingers are cold as death but soft and light. As soon as she touches my lips, I remember that I have a voice, and can use it.
"Who... are you? And how did you know my name?" I ask, my voice slightly hoarse from disuse.
"Oh!" She cackles, cruel and cold, "I know all about you, Renee. Your past, your present, and your future. I know it all, and it is sad. You'll rot in this dungeon, and never see the light again. Is that not," She sneers at me, and hope shrinks behind her, "truly exciting? And as for who I am, I, am Queen Misery. Now, if you'd like to keep your hope a little longer, I suggest you suffer for me, or else I might just decide to eat your hope instead, and let you wallow in your own hopelessness."
Then in a commanding voice, she shouts, "BIND HER!!!"
The shadows around us solidify, becoming monsters so hideously disfigured I can't begin to describe them, lurching forward, reaching towards me. I scream, hope fades, Misery triumphs in my despair, all as the shadows bound me to the cold damp floor.
This is the end.
I am lost. I am lost in a place where I can not be found.
Hope is fading. Fading, and almost gone.
I am bound to the cold, rough stones below me. Heavy chains of shadows weigh me down, binding me to the floor, now soaked with my desperate tears. The monsters formed from shadows, hideous and broken, whisper in my ears.
My head spins, my heart cries out, and my tears continue to puddle on the cold floor.
"Worthless." The shadows hiss,"Ugly and unwanted. Such a waste. A dishonor and a disgrace. Unloved. Nobody wants you. Nobody cares for you. Nobody understands your pain. Your friends whisper about you. Your siblings despise you. Everyone hates you. Tears are for the weak. You are weak. Your family doesn't love you. You know this is true. You are worthless, despised, unneeded, uncared for. You are too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short." Their words swirl around my head, burrowing into my brain, embedding themselves into my heart.
"I am ugly, aren't I." I whisper to the ever swirling darkness, "Why would anyone ever love me? Why would anyone want to be around me? No one understands, no one cares, no one loves me. I'm not worth it."
"Oh, but you are worth it. You are worth it all." A voice, gentle and kind and full of love speaks. The shadows cower at the sound. "You are beautiful and loved. You are enough, never think you aren't. You are wanted, and cared for. Your friends and family love you. Tears aren't weak, they show life and emotion. Silence is a sign of death, but life is precious, so live a life full of beautiful stories."
"All stories, happy or sad, good or bad, have a purpose for your future, for your good. You will be hurt in your life, but those wounds will heal, and every scar has a story. Stories were made to be shared, so share yours with the world. Don't be silent. Remember, in the eyes of the Good, you are enough. Anxiety, depression, and their kind are from the dark. Everyone has met them, or will meet them, but it's whether you choose to believe their words that matters. Trust the Good and you will live."
As the voice spoke, a light shone from behind me, warm and bright, lighting up the barren dungeon around me. Turning to face the light, I saw a boy, shining in the air, smiling down at me.
He had tousled curly brown hair that cupped the sides of his face, each curl, its own smile. His eyes were kind and bluer than anything I had ever seen. He was tall with a warm complexion, and a joyous grin. He wore a plain white shirt and jeans ripped from use, and not for fashion. He seemed to glow with a radiance and light full of kindness and care.
As soon as he touched the ground, grass spread over the rocks, bursting with flowers of every shade and color. He reached his hand towards me, and as soon as I took it, all my fear faded and my chains disappeared. I felt light, lighter than air, lighter than I had ever felt before.
"Who.. who are you?" I said in wonder, awed at the change that had sprung up just from a touch of the boy before me.
"I am known by many as Truth. Renee, you have gone through much, and for so long. Rest now, and be free" He reached out, and gently tapped my forehead.
The scene faded, and I woke up in a field of flowers, smiling, as I heard my Father calling my name.
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but this also suppesed to be a story that you can put yourself into, and experience yourself as renee, being the main character.
the amount of time spent in the prison of shadows is how long a hardship in your life happened, Queen Misery and the Lost Soul Shadows are the lies you tell yourself, and then fall into in despair, Truth is how you got through that hardship, what saved you and gave you hope to move on, and the end is the happiness of getting through the darkness.
its not only a story of hope, i want it to be one that gives people hope
It's a great story though, and I think you accomplished your goal well C: