Title: Complete Author: ImitationXGoth Rating: PG
Irreparably long, dark nights overtook Kaso. In the gloom two orbs glowed, disembodied, detached, mysterious like their owner. Nights overtook her in one sweep, filling and emptying at whim, but never giving what she wanted, comfort. But what was comfort anyhow? The labels on advertisements promised comfort of security, of happiness, and of family. They even sold guns under the same slogan of brining comfort of safety to the people even when people didn’t want it. Commercial business needed to grow, and grow it did on the broken backs of comfortless creatures staring into the darkness night after night. Night after night
Those nights coated the room with cryptic cobwebs of past nightmares, making her relive every one of them as the lonely eyes stared blankly at the wall. Rarely would sleep claim Kaso. Sleep, after all, was a privilege few could afford now-a-days, anyway. Earn it, by god, one had to earn the right to sleep like a child. One had to earn the right for a piece of innocence skipping down the street with her pig tails bouncing before she would be slammed against the ground, a hand clasped over the pretty rosy mouth.
Silences dominated, save for the harsh breathes and maddened beat of heart, at the sight of such truths. But she wouldn’t tell any one who still could afford to listen to other’s problems. All it was only her fancy. In the end, Kaso really did choose to be tormented so by the phantoms of the past, supplying them with faces, names, and dates. She herself was the limitless source of unexhausting raw terror. She herself chose the path of desolation and insecurity. In the end, her choice was her undoing, so why bother with saving oneself? There is no one on the top of that cliff to help her up anyway. Why bother? It is so much easier to loosen the muscles of the beat up fingers and let the rock slip with one last touching caress of regret.
Kaso was the accuser, judge, the executioner, and finally a spineless victim thrown to the mercy of her peers. Alas, the peers were shadows, night’s loyal pawns in a game of chess. And the night played a merciless game with the woman, giving her no way to escape until….
Until Imp, during rare spells of caring, noting his comrade’s exhaustion, suggested sleeping pills. “They work wonders,” said he in his usual lazy manner, single eye casually scrutinizing the worry-filled face of his companion. Obviously, words came from experience. The woman didn’t linger long on considerations what phantoms visited Imp, because now new sort of silence overtakes Kaso night after night. Far more complete than before.
Irreparably long, dark nights overtook Kaso. In the gloom two orbs glowed, disembodied, detached, mysterious like their owner. Nights overtook her in one sweep, filling and emptying at whim, but never giving what she wanted, comfort. But what was comfort anyhow? The labels on advertisements promised comfort of security, of happiness, and of family. They even sold guns under the same slogan of brining comfort of safety to the people even when people didn’t want it. Commercial business needed to grow, and grow it did on the broken backs of comfortless creatures staring into the darkness night after night. Night after night
Those nights coated the room with cryptic cobwebs of past nightmares, making her relive every one of them as the lonely eyes stared blankly at the wall. Rarely would sleep claim Kaso. Sleep, after all, was a privilege few could afford now-a-days, anyway. Earn it, by god, one had to earn the right to sleep like a child. One had to earn the right for a piece of innocence skipping down the street with her pig tails bouncing before she would be slammed against the ground, a hand clasped over the pretty rosy mouth.
Silences dominated, save for the harsh breathes and maddened beat of heart, at the sight of such truths. But she wouldn’t tell any one who still could afford to listen to other’s problems. All it was only her fancy. In the end, Kaso really did choose to be tormented so by the phantoms of the past, supplying them with faces, names, and dates. She herself was the limitless source of unexhausting raw terror. She herself chose the path of desolation and insecurity. In the end, her choice was her undoing, so why bother with saving oneself? There is no one on the top of that cliff to help her up anyway. Why bother? It is so much easier to loosen the muscles of the beat up fingers and let the rock slip with one last touching caress of regret.
Kaso was the accuser, judge, the executioner, and finally a spineless victim thrown to the mercy of her peers. Alas, the peers were shadows, night’s loyal pawns in a game of chess. And the night played a merciless game with the woman, giving her no way to escape until….
Until Imp, during rare spells of caring, noting his comrade’s exhaustion, suggested sleeping pills. “They work wonders,” said he in his usual lazy manner, single eye casually scrutinizing the worry-filled face of his companion. Obviously, words came from experience. The woman didn’t linger long on considerations what phantoms visited Imp, because now new sort of silence overtakes Kaso night after night. Far more complete than before.