Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4695243-20160216221221

There were plenty of things that I think and feel that I don’t really mention to others often. At times where I talk to myself or represent my thoughts by making a fool of myself, a decent amount of thoughts are expressed, but even I am aware of what should and shouldn’t be said. One of the thoughts I don’t bring up to friends or family is the knowledge of a risky creature that has actually left its mark within broken people. Broken, tear drowned, occasionally ale drowned, having their abilities to trust stolen, it definitely hasn’t been afraid to show its progress. It has managed to show a good reputation in some places, but that’s merely to keep people from expecting it when it actually strikes. The area where I lived was small enough where just about every native knew I wasn’t the most sane nor social, so I considered it as me being fated to evade the painful damage that the creature left behind.

Eventually, I had to leave town to make it easier for my voice to be heard and eventually grow some strength to handle what life could fling at me. That was several years ago. The dotty dame that was nervous about heading to this new town has most likely drowned in a river as far as I know. Meanwhile, I’ve been finding it easier to fight off these townsfolk who were dumb enough to fall for the persuasion of this leader of theirs who’s less of a leader and more of a biased dictator. Plenty of them tried to persuade me before, but this bitter and aggressive persona I’d developed over time has kept me from being naïve enough to join and gave me more strength to evade the creature a little longer. Also kept me from sleeping to deeply, which has not only kept me on guard, but has also fueled my insanity that I’d been infamously known for back at home. I was the only one I knew of who even remotely tried to go against this dictator. That was until he came across me.

It was no secret that I terrified him. In multiple degrees, I’ve had a history about terrifying just about everyone. Even as he informed me of a small resistance in hiding consisting of himself and three others that were all, like him, allegedly formerly in a higher power, I used his fear of me to my advantage and have hoped that it would keep some distance between us. However, throughout the journey the five of us were on to track down this dictator, my attempts of scaring the ally away from me have decreased and I’d actually grown closer and more comfortable with him. I just considered it bonding with someone for the first time in years, so I paid it no mind… but then I was informed by the youngest ally that the creature was on my tail.

I had no desire to believe it was close enough to consider me its next victim. He was so childish that he actually thought that I shouldn’t fret about it. Clearly he hasn’t witnessed the pain like I had. Nonetheless, I developed new methods of increasing the distance between me and the creature. I kept my hands in my pockets so that the closest ally wouldn’t be tempted to grab my hand, I walked in front of him and the rest of the group so the creature wouldn’t feel satisfaction, and I even reminded myself of my original goal to return to my hometown once the quest was over, even though it would minimize my chances of ever seeing him again.

Eventually, we reached the enemy we all shared, took him down for good, and everyone had regained their free will, and I would feel complete from all of that if not for the fact that the ally I was closest to died in the process because he figured no one would really care. As much as I wanted to curse him for such bullshit thoughts, I somehow had more energy to cry over his body. I know the other allies cared about him in different degrees and I could bring myself to admit that I at least cared about him a good amount, good enough to be pissed due to the fact that he didn’t have to die! According to the youngest ally, there might be a way to save his life, but it apparently involved my honest answer to a strong question.

I have my eyes closed tightly since they are still stinging from my tears from earlier. As I am acknowledging how close the ally and I have gotten over the course of the journey, I can feel the creature close by, pretty much breathing on my neck. My eyes aren’t stinging as much anymore, but I am still going through my memories of the developed connection between me and the ally, much to the creature’s pleasure, it seems like. I am bringing more focus to all I have felt when I was close to him. The creature is in my view and I give him a nod of consent before it pounds its piercing claws in my chest. Sometimes, even when you know of the consequences, you have to stop running and surrender for the sake of someone’s life, especially if that someone is very important to you. As the creature makes its mark and my memories are piecing together, I come across a conclusion that is in need of uncovering: yes, I do love Jonathan Daniels. 