My Fiction Writings
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Thread Topic: My Fiction Writings
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Based off of the songs My R and Older
TW: Implications of suicide <3
I bit my lip, stifling a scream. I swore I wouldn’t be like them. The exact words I had said echoed in my head, paining me deeply.
I wanted to yell. I wanted to break my vow. Now I saw; my parents weren’t heroes. They were just like me; lost on this small island rotating and tilting in the salty sapphire sea.
"Why are we here?" I had asked my father once, and with a solemn look on his face that quickly morphed to nonchalantness, he placed a firm but gentle hand on my shoulder and avoided the question. "Do you want to play Peekaboo?"
I vigorously shook my head. I hated Peekaboo. But then, as I stomped up to my room and wistfully gazed out the window to discover a sky painted with reds and oranges and soft gold yellows, I realized that it wasn’t their fault. Mostly, I had been the childish one.
That was when I was seven years old.
The years flew by, and the realization came like a barbed needle digging into my skin slowly; something I couldn’t ignore but was too frightened to get rid of.
"Please don’t do it," I whispered. She was the one; I just knew from the look on her face that masked her real emotions; a sturdy dam fighting back the flood of emotions that threatened to wash over her and drown her.
"The pitiful expression on your face is just too much for me," I stammered. The words flowed from my mouth like a steady stream as I turned away and clutched a lone splinter of wood that had lost itself among the thin imposing towers of the stairs.
The spike of wood flew from my hand as I felt a numb sensation wash over me. Bittersweet peace enveloped me, and then my vision was tinted red and I was gone. -
"Hey, Rayne." A gloved hand waved back and forth over my face. I felt an uncontrollable urge to follow them. My eyes darted back and forth between the hand and the person trying to get my attention.
My vision cleared. "Brown." "How nice to have you back," the brown-suited male said dryly.
"Get away from me," I warned him. I think he turned pale. I couldn’t be sure under the facade of his mask. -
He recovered from this shortly. Some people never do change. "As you wish, Leader," he said, dipping his head.
I stood there, frozen from shock. A year ago seemed like yesterday. I had discovered my ability to bend intentions, to bend reality to my will.
I had the power to do so, if I knew what I wanted.
That was why I was powerless if I was stripped of my creativity; of my will to live. -
"Space?" someone called, their voice echoing through the hallways.
"Cinna?"
More voices awoke to join the chorus.
"Brycen?"
Our loved ones.
"Spice?"
We were calling out the names of our loved ones.
"Cats?"
A painful dagger shot through me.
"Eclipse?"
I lowered my head.
"Angel?"
Love. Something I could never have.
"Shadow?"
I felt as though I were melting through snow.
Sharp snow, that dissolved through my body but left me gasping for air and clutching at my throat.
Slowly, I matched the names together.
Cinna was calling to Space.
Spice was calling to Brycen.
Eclipse was calling to Cats.
So many more pairs, yet I wasn’t included in any.
I didn’t feel jealous, of course.
I just thought that maybe love would help.
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Meant to say this isn’t my pov lol
You’ll have to guess the POV and it’s probably not a GTQ user’s pov but who knows it could be
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