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Rosaire_364
Legacy Name: Rosaire_364

The

Glade Devonti
Owner:

Silhouette

Age: 14 years, 6 months, 1 day

Born: October 26th, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: September 22nd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 162
Strength: 405
Defense: 406
Speed: 395
Health: 407
HP: 0/407
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

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by Jason Meres

Your life lived out as theater,
Oh, operatic fool.
The curtain raised, and you alone,
Will find out life is cruel.

Yet cruelty itself,
Is not enough it seems.
Your life has more to offer you,
A gift-wrapped in your dreams.

Things you'll see, terrible things,
All dancing before your eyes.
For life has given you once more,
A nightmare in disguise.

I used to be innocent.

She stares into the mirror with bloodshot eyes, fingers curled gingerly around the pair of ivory scissors her mother gave her for her wedding. They were for embroidery her mother had told her. For delicate needlework. Not for bloodshed. Not for turning white to red. And certainly not for delicate skin.

But here she was.

And I had a future once.

It's been that way since her husband disappeared. He had gone without a trace, leaving no goodbyes or notes or anything that told the world he had existed at all save for the carefully tailored jackets and pinstripe slacks strung up in the closets and those old dress shoes that she had shined just yesterday. And that cup of Lord Nelson tea he had been so fond of, still steaming on his desk where he had left it. Nothing but memories of him, and they left her to spend her days alone, widowed, and in despair. She went on drinking, dwelling in intoxication and half-hearted lullabies while the extravagant life she had fell apart. Faces came and went, and soon, her mirror became the only companion willing to listen to her drunken slurs and pain the only way of telling apart reality from dreams.

I had the world in my hands.

But one could not possibly sit and take her abuse so readily. It loathed her. It hated her with all its being. The thing in the mirror. Trapped, it could only spend its hours looking back at her when she came, listening to her stories when she cried, and glaring back unflinching as she tore at the mirror. At herself. And it mimicked her every move and face, because that's all it knew. That's what it was there for, to copy but never to create. And it hated her with all its heart. It wanted nothing more than for her to die; for her to die, and for itself to see the light again, and all would be well.

I had the world, and I threw it away.

So one day, one solemn morning, it reached out its arm and she reached out hers until their fingertips touched the glass until it wasn't glass anymore. Reality gave way to dreams and pain into insanity and all she knew was black. Black, black, black, black. Blacker than the night sky, and colder than the snow in England. She tried to break free. She tried with all her might. But try as she did, what stared back from the mirror wasn't her anymore. It was her face, but it wasn't her. It was her body, but it wasn't her. She was here. And it was free.

I thought I could have the universe then. The vast, empty universe. For myself.

She never found out how long she had spent in that black void. It was cold, and she had nightmares. She used to pride herself for not being afraid of the dark, but there it haunted her every moment of her existence. And she had every right to be afraid of the dark. Because there are things in the dark that eat way at people. Not just their flesh and bones, but their mind, their soul, their very being. And every time she closed her eyes, she heard them screaming right by her ears. Have mercy! They cried. But she had no mouth anymore to comfort them, nor had she any eyes to see. For she was nothing and nothings had no right to live. And it condemned her to suffer as it had before.

But the universe was too big and I too small. And I lost my way before the light.