You - [One-Shot]

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Crazy. Crazy you call yourself, as you sit in this darkness. Darkness caused by the shade of the moon in the starlight. Starlight, what a funny word it is. Is it fear that consumes your imagination? Imagination is but a lie you have told yourself to hide from the darkness and the monsters you have created to fight your fears. Fears that have trapped you here in this pit in which you are longing to escape. Escape is not possible, not anymore, not ever, as the branches sway backwards and forwards, and the brown roots dig deeper into the pit in which you have trapped yourself through your actions. Actions that have condemned your entire kind to its doom, who are you really? Really the question should be who are you not? Not a hero, nobody special, just a puny version of yourself, who has found themselves quivering under the darkest of moons.


Moons that orbit other planets are but a denial of light to that of its master. Master your fear and your fear becomes your hope. Hope becomes your dreams, and dreams become the future you so choose to take. Take your courage and stand tall. Tall enough to reach the roots of the tree of which you are trapped beside, you are not. Not able to escape and not able to face the future of life. Life is but your demise and your soul belongs to the darkness. Darkness consumes hope, you understand. Understand this, you are stuck beneath the nature and the world's turning and spinning. Spinning out of control. Control is but an elusive lie you have told yourself for years. Years you could have been building yourself into a better person to face this world and grow. Grow into a beautiful flower rather than the failure you have become. 'Become one with the world', you thought, 'hunt only what must be hunted' you thought, while the darkness crept up on you.


You sit there in this pit, huddled, alone, frightened of what may become of you. You foolish human being. Being afraid of the darkness doesn't save your soul, it condemns it. It doesn't deserve the limitations you have thrust upon it. It isn't a lie. Lie to yourself no longer, for you are longing to escape the pitfall you set yourself a long time ago, as you fled the castle. Castle, a funny word, it can be used in chess, or as a system of government or even as a building. Building a castle to protect your soul will not save you, as these walls close in. In thirty minutes you will be dead. Dead wooden braches start to fall over your head as you reach up to try and grab the root. Root causes of your demise shall include your ego, and your lack of courage to see past this. This isn't reality, it is the world of the darkness you created within yourself to hide from the demons of your past. Past that there is nothing.


Nothing you can do to escape your destiny. Destiny binds all living things together, including you. You are as helpless as a beetle on its back. Back to a time when you were so young and alive, rather than this husk of a person, who hid in the shadows for so long they forgot who they are. Are you ready to come out and play? Play hide and seek with the demons who wish to hunt you down and tear you up. Up you reach to grab the roots yet again, but you fail, yet again. Again you are reminded of the darkness that consumes the woodland around you, as you are stuck. Stuck without hope, without heart, without any sort of way to escape in the moonlight. Moonlight is your only guide now the stars have gone out.


Out of the pit you attempt to escape once more. More stretching and screaming and hoping and praying. Praying for a 'God' to rescue you. You still tell yourself lies. Lies don't make surviving the night easier, as the wolves come hunting and the vampires and werewolves or whatever other creatures you believe in at the back of your mind come out to hunt you. You are scared. Scared of the dark like the coward you are. Are you ready to face the future? Future selves can learn from the mistakes of past selves if you would just listen to what you have to say. Say what you feel, and dream what you want to dream. Dream of a better world, which you can create. Create that world and make amends for what you have done to this one.


One world must die for another to live, and you know that. That is the truth is it not? Not a lie, not a scorn, not a half-hearted dance to please someone. Someone who does matter tonight is you.


You reach up one last time to grab the nearest root to you. You grab it successfully and you squeeze it with your right hand. Hand in hand you pull yourself from the pit in which you have trapped yourself and you stare up at the sky which is watching over you. You sigh a deep sigh as you start to walk away into the darkness and depths of the woods in front of you. You are free from the trap you created yourself, but you are not free from the demon you created for yourself to face.