Six Stages

“What scares you the most?” she asks, and he goes silent. “Tell me,” she pushes on. “Or don’t you trust me, maybe?”

“I trust you,” he whispers in reply. “I trust you, It’s just… There are so any things that scare me.”

“We have all the time in the world. You know all my fears, so tell me yours.” She smiles kindly and he looks into her closed eyes and sees her lies. She hasn’t told him all her fears, but he doesn’t blame her for that. When he doesn’t tell her things, how can he expect her to do it in return?

And regardless he knows she isn’t scared of many things. She has a hopeful dreamer’s soul filled with light, and she still knows what happiness is.

“I,” he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before starting over. “I am scared of clowns. I am scared of fires. I am scared of sharks and confrontations and losing you. And I am scared of the voice in the back of my head.” She nods understandingly and lies down with her head on his lap, falling asleep.

“Dream of darkness,” he says.
“Feel it take you over,
struggle as it pushes down your throat and fills your lungs,
desperately try to breath as you slowly choke from the lack of air
and

drown.”

Stage one.
She dreams. She is happy, surrounded by white, but then it happens. Darkness fills up her universe from all edges, coming closer and closer, trapping her in the middle until

Stage two.
She has nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape to. She is scared and alone and the darkness slowly wraps her up and surrounds her like the softest blanket filled with nails and sharp knifes and anything that can cut into her skin, and

Stage three.
It seeps through her lips slowly at first, the quicker and quicker. It expands in her mouth and starts running down her throat, filling up her lungs until there’s no more room and there are only moments left till she explodes and then

Step four.
She puts her hands to her neck as she chokes despite her desperate attempts to get even the slightest amount of air. Her struggles are to no avail as her lungs are already filled to the brim and she can’t breathe and everything around her goes hazy. Her mind is just blurry at first then turns to black as

Step five.
She dies.

He strokes her soft, thick hair, tangling his fingers in it before he closes his hand and lifts the dead body up by the black strands.
She is weightless now her soul is gone, that was all that ever weighed her down. Her stare is so calm, horrified and desperate yet calm, and he smiles at his reflection in her eyes as he holds her up high for all the nameless, inexistent friends and foes and lovers that are there to see.

She smolders in his hands, falling into the littlest of pieces until all that is left of her is black dust, and he picks it up in one hand, looking at it.
From somewhere in his mind he conjures a dark abyss, and then he holds her remains up to his lips, blowing them into the darkness of the summoned void.

Step six.
She is reborn.

She awakens, now part of the darkness that killed her. She awakens, and she is nothing and everything.
She is the dark.

Authors Note: 4. Darkness for the 100 themes challenge.
Damn, this takes time. It's fun though, and good practise. ^^
And this is quite dark - I feel. Not in the macabre way, but if you though what I thought when writing it, and if you see just some of the imagery I saw, then you might see the darkness too.

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