isaiah venus | district three | fin
Apr 6, 2014 21:55:44 GMT -5
Post by dars on Apr 6, 2014 21:55:44 GMT -5
I S A I A H V E N U S D I S T R I C T T H R E E | I make his heart race. I make him beg for relief. I make his heart swim with terror, make him want to run away. I make him give into the darkness, abandon all hope. "Just let go," I whisper in his ears. "Just let me lead the way." And he obliges. I am the reason scars decorate his thighs and shoulders, places that were supposed to be hidden from the world until that sister of his, Indigo, caught him getting dressed once. She was always putting her nose where it didn't belong. Really, she is the only reason little Isaiah hasn't fully given himself to me. However, even with her persistence, with her constant protection, I can see him changing. His eyes used to be clear like cloudless skies, they were now grey with storms. Dark circles wrapped themselves around them and now show everyone that looks just how much I am influencing him. It used to be so hard to get to him. He was always so stubborn, even as a child. His soul was so pure and filled with light, but I knew that life would take it's toll on him, and whenever it did, I was going to be right by his side, right there to catch him and forever claim him as my own. It all started when he witnessed the suicide of a complete stranger. He was a man driven over the edge mentally, and saw it fit to drive himself over the edge physically as well. It just so happened that Isaiah was walking over the very same bridge the man chose as the beginning of the end for himself. He began stepping away from fact and logic, from everyday life, so he could contemplate why a person would do that. Why would they? Living is the only gift we are given from the world, and though it is only temporary, it is the most precious thing anyone has ever gotten, right? Wrong. Life is meant to torture us. To turn us all from beams of light to shadows and darkness. It plagues us all like a disease, and slowly, it destroys us until we take our last breath. When the the father of a family his own considered family ate a bullet, he was convinced: nothing in this world was good. Two deaths, both huge impacts on the fragile boy. It was a perfect time to strike. I followed him everywhere, left him little signs and warnings for a while that left him in complete confusion. That was when he started harming himself. It wasn't to hurt himself, but because of the sheer frustration I was causing him, the very thing that made him cringe until his eyes were filled with tears and his nails dug themselves into his own skin, squeezing and scraping until purple and blue welps took the place of his porcelain skin. Do you know who I am? I can promise you won't like the answer. I always hate it when he spends time with his family. It's hard to get him away from them. He gets so tied up at family dinners, smiling at his siblings, telling his parents about his day at school, it's all too much for me. I like it better when it's just the two of us alone in his room, where we can talk among ourselves with no interruption, though not all company is bad. Damion Mercury, for instance, is one of the many people Isaiah has met that make me seem not so bad. The utter darkness the boy always had in his eyes, the ice in his heart, it made him feel a lot like I do, which made my job that much easier. He has always been such a small boy, so frail and dainty. I think he was already aware of his weakness before I ever even stepped into his life. But what he lacked in physical ability he made up for with his wits. He was always so clever, which is a large part of why it is so hard for me to take him forever. He fought against it with arguments, pointed things out, always seemed to find a loophole and left me to go back to the drawing board. He is fighting a losing battle, but for now, he hasn't given up hope. Any ideas of who I am yet? I make him promise me to talk to me whenever he can, and he agrees. I do think I have taken a liking to him. Maybe if I weren't such a monster I would let him go, let him free, but I am selfish. I am far too stingy to give up what is mine, and Isaiah Venus is so close to being mine. Perhaps I have never wanted anything more than the boy that trembles at night, cries himself to sleep because of the things I promise him. It only seems fair, telling him the truth about the world, about what will eventually happen anyway, about how pointless trying is. He is a good kid, I hate to see him living a lie. So, I continue taking him under my wing, and I will until he tells me to do different. Which I don't see happening. Ever. Alright, I've made you wait long enough. You want to know who I am? You want to know the name of this evil? Of the reason a once happy boy is stuck within his own mind, constantly dreading the inevitable? I am fear. His fear. I am a part of him now, and I am slowly eating away at his hope. Eventually, there won't be any left, and he'll be mine once and for all. The sad thing is that there is nothing you, or anyone, could ever do to stop me. |
