Death, Be My Mark
Disclaimer: The author rightfully respects the genius of Tachibana Higuchi, creator of Gakuen Alice
Author's Note: I'm fascinated by the way thoughts stumble into each other because of the speed by which they travel. If you're wondering about the structure of this story, that's the basic explanation. These are thoughts: dark, anguished thoughts directed at the Academy at large.
The world has been unkind to me. Its marvels I have never known. For the only wishes that had ever reached me were those I uttered on my own.
No light will ever touch me, forbidden as it is. No comfort. No empathy. No warmth. No goodness. No charity. No bliss.
For I died before I ever lived. I was punished for things I never did. I knew less each day I learned more. I sinned when I knew what I lived for.
And I cried but you didn't hear me. And I was hurting but you didn't know. And I called and I pleaded and I begged. And I tried but I stumbled and I fell.
Each day, I was alone. And alone I wept again.
But you were deaf to me. And I was lost to you.
And it was dark. And it was empty. And I was cold. And I was lonely.
Each night, I fell in slumber. Silent. As silent as men inside caskets. Dreaming never-ending dreams.
Dreaming evil prayers that would haunt even the most malevolent soul. Dreaming of vengeance. Dreaming of sorrow.
Dreaming of warmth. Of life. Of love. Only to have it all dashed against the stone when I woke. Still abandoned. Still forlorn.
One day.
I'll scream in my head and you'll hear me. I will utter curses and it will run through your veins. And you will know my pain. You will call me a monster. And I will laugh for you shared in my creation, a price paid for my suffering. You will plead. You will beg. And your tears will flow unceasing.
You will fear me as I fear myself. You will hate me as I hate myself. But in that turn, it shall be my rapture to see you injured. Broken. Damaged beyond repair.
For this I swear today.
Death, be my mark. Redemption, be damned.
As the world had damned me.
THE END