Blending In My Soul

She could feel It sometimes at the back of her mind, clawing and trying to get a better grip on her. Star didn’t bother paying it too much attention because that was what It wanted. The more attention she gave it, the more it could do with her and she wasn’t going to allow It anything more than what she needed from It.

“I don’t need anything from you.” she whispers sometimes when there’s no one else around.

“Then why am I here?” It rasps back from the darkest corners of her soul.

Star doesn’t answer back. She knows that this is how her brother fell. He answered It and kept answering It whenever it spoke.

That was the problem with It, if you gave it too much attention then It started getting stronger, but you couldn’t ignore It completely either.

There was no happy medium because every single day was give and take and you never knew just how much It was going to give or take.

That didn’t mean she was going to give up and give in to It.

She wasn’t going to lose any more than she already had to It It had taken and taken and taken, what It gave back was never something she wanted to keep, but parts of It had wormed into her soul just the same.

Likely  because she was Chaos-souled and little bits of It blended right in.

Star didn’t close her eyes as she stepped out of the darkness and into the light no matter how much the brightness burned at her eyes.

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image: from martha0stout’s phone

 


Inspired by the redo for Sreejit’s Dungeon Prompt: Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By. Check out his own response It Takes Two.

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About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
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6 Responses to Blending In My Soul

  1. Pingback: Dungeon Prompts: Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By | The Seeker's Dungeon

  2. It’s the struggle, constant. I really like how you told it like a story. It’s the story that we all go through, some just giving in and some recognizing that there’s a fight worth having – or coaxing it away as the case may be. Nice one.

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  3. Wow! that is very deep, Martha…

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