As all stories begin, once upon a time, there was this girl. She had redwood choppy hair and her eyes were like cookies freshly baked in the winter. Her cheeks splatted with muddy freckles across her cheeks. She was happy, to put it simply…
This girl was fairly normal… Loving herself, being quirky. Allowing her glasses to enhance her personality without needing to show it. Her style was quite unique but simple. She was a tomboy. You see, so she liked to wear camo clothing and other boys stuff. And you could always see her in a brown beanie with three pins, a safety pin and a white printed skull. The beanie made her feel safe.
She normally drifted away on the raft she built with imagination and floated over the lapis blue sea of possibility. So many stories she could make, so many scenes she could play out, and so many ideas she could create… But one day. The oil rig to hell broke. And the oily demons from the obis started to take over the sea. Like sharks surrounding its prey, they circled the girl. Frightened yet intrigued, she watched the oily monsters swim around until they started whispering. She leaned in close enough to hear them and as the cold hearted whisper came through so did the switch of the emotion switch off. Her face was blank she couldn’t believe what she was thinking in this world what the world made around her… She sometimes listened and sometimes she didn’t after that. Dulling the sea of its bright blue color to a dull navy.
She eventually named them and gave them categories. However her power over them was none and she soon began to listen more. Until the day of the beast came. The beast the monster that can wipe out all life as we know it… Lied in this girls head. When the beast emerged the sky darken and the water turned black and all the voices mixed and it was like screaming. Screaming past mistakes… Screaming rumors… Screaming hurtful things. As she soon realized it was all the monsters merged… All of them… All of their comments… All of their hurtful words and thoughts. In one. Creating the beast. But like in Pandora’s box, there’s always some hope. There was this little white spec, so tiny she could miss it. This spec was chance. We all know you can fight for so long and like fate chance isn’t always in your favor.
Chance looked at the girl and a new beast had been formed. It was the girl. Much uglier fatter to show self worth and the horns and a tail of a demon to show off temper and eyes black as coal almost as black as the sea but not but was at the same time. Chance started whispering like the beast and the ocean trembled and as it did the raft fell apart and she started to drown in it. The black ocean. And then she started sinking down and she couldn’t see anything.
Soon opening her eyes seeing she is in a puddle… of her own blood and hearing sobs of her lover crying out, “NO NO NO NO!” The river of bloody death has already went so far but she looks up at him and manged to hug him with her remaining strength giving him some of her last breaths through a kiss as the water fall from down the street pours on them. She closes her eyes and with the little bit breaths she had left she tried quoting one of the songs they liked, “Don’t let the darkness drag you down.” Looking up to see chance as an angel realizing what had been the plan all along… Smiling and not realizing the she was surrounded by the oily beast and she took her last breath as the black ocean’s darkness dragged her down preparing her for what’s next.
You may think this is just another story… And another cheesy ending. But no one realizes that they can be the next victim if they aren’t careful. The beast can and might as well kill us all… And maybe… The darkness will drag us all down. Preparing us for what is next.
~Star
