p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"strongHey peeps! this is chapter three of my oneshots! hope you enjoy!/strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"Rage. A white-hot, all-consuming fury. A fire that kills from the inside. A burning anger yearning to be realised. To be shown. A blaze crawling and flickering through the mind of its victim. Burning their thoughts, their ideas and life. Giving way to sorrow and sadness. Emotions that eat away at your soul. Infecting your brain with regret. A monster bearing down on you. Feeding off your misery./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"Happiness. Joy. Elation. Laughter. Wonder. The depression killing them slowly. One by one. A world of colour being quenched. Grey lifelessness bleeding out of you, into the world. No escape. Unless your existence regains meaning. Unless you want to live. The colour fights back for the first time. You want to carry on./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"A light at the end of the fathomless black tunnel. Growing brighter along with you. A smile that's there because of happiness, for your sake, not another's. But at night the monster returns. Reveling in your sadness. At day it retreats. Only enough to let the light shine through. Then the darkness consumes you again./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"The inspiration to live floods more of your world with colour, and where it touches joy can be found. The monster leaves you more and more. The permanent eclipse of the sun finally ceasing. but it lingers there. Tainting you slightly. You ignore it. Until you begin to wonder, what happens when you lose the will to live again? That was the monsters first victory./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"Grey crawls at the edges of your mind. Threatening to explode outwards. What if it does? Fear. Sadness. Misery. Worry. Regret. They cloud your mind once more. The grey leaks back into the world. Somehow, you knew the colour would never be permanent. You knew it was only a temporary luxury./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You don't want to fight the monster now. You embrace the darkness and accept the uselessness. The feeling that you don't belong. Maybe you don't. The monster, you realise, is winning. Infecting your brain with black thoughts. Lies./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"The grey snakes into more of the world until the air is heavy with a crushing feeling that sits low in your stomach, eating away at you until you are existing purely for others benefit. The darkness is permanent now. There is no reprieve from the endless cycle of night and day. More and more things are pointless. What used to bring you joy now seem like they have no purpose./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You put on a mask for others benefit but the monster is always there. Like a suppressing weight forever present with you. It's worst at night when there is no distraction from the pulverizing defeat./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"An idea passes through your head to end your misery, but you dismiss it. Your family love you. The thought becomes harder and harder to ignore. The monster wraps itself around you, claiming your thoughts for its own. You can't see any light or colour in the world, and your existence seems pointless./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"Your friends visit you more often. They don't understand. They want you to live. But what's the point? The woman at therapy tries to get you to see colour and light again but everything's always grey./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"The poster glares at you from across the road. You want to go and see it, but you're not meant to go out without someone. You ignore this and leave to look at it. It's in colour./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"The poster is for a missing person. Its old. He was found dead last week. Flowers surround it. Each one a token of someone's affection. Painting the grey world bright with their petals. Colour bleeding out of them./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"That's when you realise. You are loved. If you died you would have flowers to. You have a reason to stay. You want to live. You want to carry on./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You look back towards your street and see that the grey emptiness is tinted with pastel colours. You smile, and walk home. Your friends saw the change in you. They don't know why it happened though. And you don't tell them./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You start to see more light. The sun seems brighter when you wake up in the morning. The trees wave at you as you walk past. The monster is little more than a dark crevice in your mind. You go out more and start seeing someone. They understand you. The monster shrinks even more in their presence./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You realise it has been over two years since the boy died. Over a year since you met your lover. 6 months since they proposed. Time goes faster now that the dark isn't dominating your world./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You see it on the news one night. Someone was in a car crash. fatal. The police say they died on impact. They show a picture of the person in the car./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"Two years and 3 months since the boy died. One year and 2 months since you met your lover. 6 months and 4 days since they proposed. 3 weeks,1 day and 7 hours since they died./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"They grey comes crashing back into your world at full force. The loose grip you had on reality knocked out of your grasp. blurry images of black and white are all you see. The darkness feels worse than before, filled with lost love./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You know you shouldn't, but you are beyond caring. You know your friends will miss you, but you are numb to what they feel. You think you are alone in the world. Surrounded by a swirling vortex of black, grey and black again. The monster is done sitting. It rears up, sinking sharp claws into your mind. And you let it./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You let the monster turn your brain black and you let that black rush through your veins. You don't care. You don't know how you will do it, but you know you will./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You get up. You don't bother to change your clothes out of the ones you have been in for weeks, or you think its been weeks, you've lost track now, stopped caring. You forgo shoes as well. What use do corpses have for shoes? You open the door. Its a short walk to the bridge. It goes across the river. The river that is now filled with roaring water./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"You climb onto the edge, barley registering the cold seeping into your feet. The alarmed shout behind you. you look down into the swirling waters below and realise it is the last thing you will see. you step of the edge, and fall./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.079999923706055px;"That was the monsters last and final victory./p
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