The night is young.
That's what some people tend to say. It holds an immersive atmosphere, suffocating the
trivial light which stars have to offer. It influences stoic people into sliding down their wall and finally letting their feelings out. The romantics become laconic, suggesting they want to stop talking and finally melt into eachother's warmth. Fastidious people finally allow their brain to rest, while the assertive
cease into arguments. It brings the best and worst out of people, yet life is the sum of good and bad. Without one another we wouldn't know how to appreciate anything.
The moon hung in halves tonight, like a fragile chandelier, lighting up the surroundings. I was strolling around the shore, searching for something I didn't know I was missing. Emptiness was crowding what remained of my feelings, restraining me from remembering happiness and even sadness. Night never fails to assure me I belong in the world of nothing. I am destined to be the nothing everyone hates.
My steps were slow, tossing around the sand ahead of me. I felt the cold grains seeping through my fingers and the damp air making it hard to breathe in. The fog rolled in too thick, arms crossed, as if my subconscious was trying to warm itself up. Tides were pulling strange patterns, waves too quiet. Almost as if the ocean was holding its breath.
A whistle tickled my ear. A lovely hum, alluring me towards it. I felt a chill running down my spine, as serenity embraced me into its frigid arms. I felt my head clear of thoughts, and I felt clear of life. I felt as if I was non-existent, dangerously unself aware. I felt like closing my eyes and getting lost in this lamentable everlastingness.
Then I saw her.
She looked like everything anyone would love. Posture perfect, hands long and skinny, a beauty from legends. She spread her arms wide, swinging them swiftly around herself as if she was dancing. Her ivory hair shone under the light of the moon like a precious gemstone. Her eyes wandered around,finding their way to me. Then she began looking a little strange. She wasn't blinking, had limbs
that shook in the water. I felt her stare piercing through me, searching for a weakness. My legs began moving on their own towards her. I couldn't stop. The waters were getting impatient, the moon created a pool of light around me and the wind was pushing me around, making me lose control worse than I have until then.
"Closer".
She whispered grinning, revealing sharp tooth that broke anyone's fantasy of her beauty. Her jaw began unhinging as I got closer.
Then I shouted myself out of her control and began running in the opposite direction.
But it was of no use. The lullaby got stronger as I realized I was running in
place. I stopped and noticed i was drifting on my own. Panick rushed through my
veins, heart picking up the rythm of my panting. I clenched my fist, unable to
move my head and look behind me. I felt her breath against my neck, her whole
being under my skin. Her cold touch led me in her arms, and we swam in the
ocean silently.
They come out at dusk, searching through the immense darkness prey to feed on. I was a
victim.