Surrender...

Surrender...

Blood slowly trickling down his lip, dribbling from his chin like water would drip from leaves after a heavy rain onto the floor. His soft, loving, gray-green eyes are glazed over with the haze of sorrow. His lithe, frail figure is hunched over, nails digging into his thin, pale flesh, white with the pressure and slightly stained with his own blood.

He brought his face closer to his knees, letting the cool, icy air burn against his flame-hot flesh. Something was growing deep inside of him, a bubble, a bubble of something tainted and dark. And he knew that if he let go of that- if he let that bubble burst, something inevitably bad would happen. Something he didn’t want to come, because it was sure to bring about the beginning of his last breath.

He had to keep it in…

Darkness was on the horizon, and he was doing his best to keep the pounding thing inside of him, and it struggled to get out. The sight he could barely use was fading into booming, thudding BLACK and it was like a thousand tiny spiders were crawling over his flesh, light as feathers and as heavy as stone all at once. And he couldn’t see anything except that horrid, agonizing BLACK and those tiny white spiders… using the light he craved against him.

Like a wrecking ball, the BLACK pounded against him…

Thud...

Thud…

Thud…

It was welling up inside him, and the tiny tickling creatures were too heavy and too many. His mouth was wet and tasted stale, the air he inhaled somehow full of that hated, wonderful white. The BLACK pounded against his eyes- against his mind. The scream he wanted to release into the air was building up inside his throat and it was so heavy, like a thousand pyramid stones and he could just let go and that horrid weight would be gone.

No…

He couldn’t let go. To let go would bring about the darkness, the despair that he didn’t want, the pain that he didn’t want. And deep inside his mind, he scoffed to himself. ‘Pain? Pain? Fool… you’ll have to let go eventually…’

If he released the burden, the agony and all that horrid, twisted madness he fought to keep inside him, They would win. They would laugh in triumph and he would be locked inside forever. He would be always imprisoned the gray, murky, stuffy hell and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. The thing inside was clawing at him and he kept fighting- he kept resisting that dreadful, inescapable fate.

It was so tiresome.

His grip was slipping and then scrambling to regain control again. His blood slowly seeped from his overstrained body and he couldn’t even scream. ‘A distraction,’ he thought frantically to himself, ‘Something to help ignore the pain.’

The dandelions, the sunny golden yellow flowers that danced in that beautiful, star-stunning field. Whether kidded by the sun or bathed by the moon, they were always, eternally so glorious. He could hear the laughter of innocence giggling as the embodiments of purity and happiness danced in the field. With the bright blue sky above them and the breeze blowing and those soft petals… the dandelion dotted meadow seeped joy out of its very existence and more. The children were always so happy, always laughing. He smiled, remembering the incredible bliss felt there.

Then everything fell apart.

The bubble burst, and the scream was ripped from his throat, tears spilling from his eyes, and his nails digging deeper, burying themselves in his flesh. His back broke open, and two huge, bloody raven wings somehow spilled out of him. The white, mocking light suddenly turned to dark, muggy brown-gray and then those tiny fangs dug into him. It burned. His eyes could see more than that choking, forever BLACK and he wanted nothing more than that back, for now he could see those wrongly ethereal eyes watching him so hungrily. And all the while, he was screaming. After one deep breath of pain died, he emitted shorted, louder screams of that burning, ultimately destructive agony.

Finally, he collapsed onto his side, his wings bent at an awkward angle, and the forever that was expected was lost in the Darkness. He took deep, sharp breaths filled with the scent of blood and shuddered.

Someone was looming over him.

His eyes, still glazed over like icing on a cake flickered up, blood oozing from his lips and slowly pooling onto the floor. And if he had the strength, he would have screamed again. The creature was lanky and its flesh stank of the dead and it was black and seemed to be made of dirty rubber. The eyes glowed in the darkness, they were white of flames that reeked deception and promised no mercy.

It bent down, broken slimy fingers stroking his sweat-dampened cheek, spattered with blood. Somehow, its shattered digits were soft and coarse in the same moment. He simultaneously wanted to lean into the touch and shy away from it.

He could do neither.

“…Pretty…” it hissed, no revealing its gender, and it was soothing and alluring and beautiful.

If it hadn’t been for that repulsive mass it called a body, one would think the owner of that voice was a holy being, waiting to take you into its arms and hold you forever. Forever safely and would murmur sweet nothings into your ear, giving you joy that you craved for but denied it in every waking moment. But if you looked at it…

Its glowing white eyes promised nothingness. The sight of its slimy dark flesh brought the bitter taste of bile to your tongue, and an awkward fluttering to your stomach. Fear crept deep into your heart, and you had the irrepressible urge to stab something deep into you, and feel the blood flow out of your body as you slowly fell into unconsciousness, courted by the throbbing of the wound.

But he wasn’t going to move.

“Pretty!” the others echoes, and the humidity rose.

“All for us!” the first hissed with joy, his… mouth gaping open and revealing broken, blood-stained teeth.

He didn’t have the strength to be afraid, and misery fell into him. He had lost the fight. Now… now he could only surrender.