#1 The Ocean

The Ocean

The ocean. The feeling. The sound of the crashing waves and the touch of mist against skin. The sweet whistling of a blade as it flies through the air.

My mind isn't as friendly these days as it was in the past. “Can't you hear it? It's calling. It's calling for you. Can't you go to it and leave me alone?” Maybe it's calling for you, darling Glory. One can never know what, exactly, is happening when it has to do with these divine revelations.

“Of course. You're right, you always are. I just wish I knew what I was supposed to do when it comes to these things.” I don't see talking to the darkness as a dangerous thing. After all, it's only dangerous when the darkness begins to talk back. Come on Glory, wasn't there something you were supposed to do?

“Was there? I can't remember. Do you suppose it was important?” Don't worry, if it was, it'll come back to you eventually, you just need to give it time. “Correct again, I see. I guess we'll just have to wait until the thought wanders it's way back across my mind.” I suppose.

But it won't go away. My thoughts are going crazy, and my mind is flinging itself around trying to make sense of something so far out of its reach, on such a different level, that it has to make you wonder if it's human. Are these thoughts human? They seem purely animalistic. But that doesn't capture it all. These thoughts are bullies, thugs. Those words make the issue seem light, but really, it just means I can't think of something that will fully express what I'm trying to get across. They're like a brother who take things too far. Like when he locked you in the closet, and then promptly forgot about you a minute later and you ended up hungry and alone and wishing someone, anyone, could find you in your cold, black prison. But is it really? I think you enjoy these thoughts. You must, or else you wouldn't talk back to them, to the darkness. You can't fight the truth.

“Stop!” I can't take it anymore. There are ways to avoid this kind of thing, aren't there? Please save me. I don't want to be stuck in here anymore. I can't endure this kind of torture for much longer. The sounds of the ocean get louder, the rushing in my ears taking over my mind and throwing me off track once again.

“Save me.” What a pathetic sounding voice, scratchy and raw from all the pleading and crying it's been doing all its life. “Get me out of here, please!” But maybe… Just maybe. That might be a good idea. What's there to live for anyway? Nothing. There's absolutely nothing.

The room was quiet. There were many times over the years when this silent stillness would take over, and it never meant anything good. It's an empty kind of silence that always leaves something to be desired. “Is this really what I want?” But does it really matter what you want? You can NEVER win. There's no way for this to end except my way.

The room wasn't silent anymore. The whimpering noises coming from the corner filled up the emptiness like the ocean, and the darkness, fills my mind. “Are you hurt? Do you need help? I can help you.” Don't lie to yourself Glory, you know that there's no coming back from this. You're gone forever.