Six feet of earth above my head keep me safe from what you said. Six walls of wood keep you out; when you looked at me, you’d scream, you’d shout. Oh god, the screams, the shouts.
There’s only one way to drown them out.
I can still see the world around me. I’m not all gone. A part of me remains, and I can see what you do to me, even now that I’ve left you behind. My vision’s not clear, not like it was before, when we were happy. It’s like looking through a pane of glass. There’s this barrier in front of me, cool and solid, but transparent. I can see through it, but it’s distorted. It’s just a little bit distorted.
This glass is my window, my one and only window to the world. I watch you, I see everything you do. It brings back memories. I can see us together, and happy. I remember how our love felt, how perfect those times and those emotions were. It’s not hard to imagine that we could have been together forever and I strain against the glass, hoping desperately for it to crack, so that I can pass through and be with you again.
But then as if a veil was lifted from, or perhaps lowered before, the window everything grows darker and I remember what happened next. Now, I hear your voice and I hit the ground. I fall for so many reasons. I’m sobbing from the loss of our happiness. I’m raging at your evil, your selfishness. I’m trying to hide from you. I strain against the glass again, but for a different reason. I still hope desperately for it to crack, but where I once desired nothing more than to leap through and embrace you, I now am possessed by a manic, furious need to fall through a jagged, broken hole in this window and beat you, beat you down, beat you into the ground, beat you so low that there will be six feet of earth above your head, beat you so hard that we will be together again… No. I can’t. You lied.
Oh god, you lied. You lied! You lied to me! How could you do this, how could you lie to me, how could you lie about something like that? God damn it, you lied!
There’s a crack in the glass. A jagged, reaching line like an opaque white thunderbolt, stretching from the corner to the center of my window. I can see around it, but my view is blurred at the edges of the schism. It distorts whatever is around it, but not enough. I can still see, I can do nothing but see, and watch hopelessly as I fall for your lie, over and over again before my eyes.
I know what will happen; I know how this drama will end. But even so, I feel all my old emotions over again. You lied. There it is, that small café where I wrote it down. The emotions wash over me like breakers on a beach, gentle and relaxing. I feel the same hope and love as I did on that day, but there’s something different now, something out of place. Like a train crash, it hits me: you’re not there. Desperately I look for you, but you’re not around. That’s impossible! I can see myself sitting at the table with the paper and pen, writing down your lie; you were right there across from me, but now I can’t find you. Suddenly it occurs to me: the crack. You’re behind it, in the distortion, but I can’t move to change my point of view, my head won’t turn those few precious inches to give me that perspective I need to see your face. I struggle against my invisible bonds, but it’s too late. The image has passed, and a new one is appearing.
Oh no. No, God, please, no! Not the fire. Never again! I never want to see this fire again, I never want to think about this fire again, I never want to hear, or smell, or taste, or feel the heat of this fire again! God, please, the heat! Get theses flames away from me, out of my memory, they burn! Oh God, they burn! They burn, and it’s your fault. You lied.
The fires are consuming me, both before my eyes and behind them. I writhe in pain, the flames scorching my flesh outside the window and turning my thoughts to ash inside of it. The pain is unbearable, physical and mental, destroying me utterly, and it’s your fault! You lied! Your damn lie caused all this! I saw the start of the blaze through the glass, I saw how I took the matchbox, I saw how I opened it and stepped towards the pyre and behind the crack of my glass. And then all of a sudden it was you, it was you standing in that blurred line of my vision who lit the match and began the fire!
I push myself against the window in desperation. The fire is consuming me. I need to get out. I need to escape! Bubbles of my skin form and pop, my blood boils, my body expands from the sheer heat, my eyes roll and burst in their sockets, I need to get out! This window is holding me back, keeping me away from salvation, pushing me backwards into the fire. I need it to break; I need it to shatter so that I can be free and escape the fire of the past. Let me out. Let me out! Let! Me! Out!!!
CRACK!Another line in the window, another slash of some cosmic sword against my prison. It cuts through the first, identical to it in shape and form, blinding me to what hides behind. It is another axis of distortion across my crystal-clear field of view, in which shapes dance wildly and the laws of physics seem to vanish, leaving behind nothing but chaos.
Through this region runs a flailing shadow behind the red-hot curtains of flame. It can’t be- oh God, no, it is! My son, my beautiful son, trapped in the fire just as I am! He collapses, the fire is burning him, turning him to ash, and it’s all because you lied. You’re nothing but a lie yourself, a burning lie! You’re the burning lie that killed my child, and now he’s de- he’s d- he’s… he’s gone underground.
I’ve gone underground.
My fury became wild, uncontrollable, a living thing of its own. I could not restrain it, it seemed as if nothing should be able to restrain it, as if it should break out into the world and rampage through it until nothing remains, nothing but my fury. And then it too will subside…
CRACK! I’m not alone, you know. People come to me all the time. All around me are these shaped stones, arranged in perfect lines. Some are round at the top and flat at the bottom, others are shaped like crosses, there are a few needles that tower high above the rest, like an obelisk in the desert. All have these strange, indecipherable marks on them; numbers, dates, names, and pretty words. People come to me all the time, standing around these shaped stones. They pay their last respects, or beckon me to come around. At best they try to understand and offer plans, most futile plans.
The memories return to me, the happy memories of when we were together. In this darkness I can see, your skin’s the closest thing to grace. It dances, flows beneath my fingers, and feelings fly. They’re still alive… No. I don’t want them. I know what happened, how you lied and started the fire. These emotions, reaching out for me to grasp them and hold you again like I did before, I don’t want them. I don’t want them!
There’s only one way to drown them out.
As soon as I reject you, the images come thick and fast. They assault my mind one after another, breaking me down, wearing me away. I strike the window in desperation; I need to get through so that I can destroy these memories and rid myself of you forever! They flash before my eyes: my son collapses in the flames.
CRACK!You drop a match onto the pyre.
CRACK!I sit in the café, writing down your lie.
CRACK!We’re together, happy, wrapped in each other’s arms.
CRACK!And now the memories come faster than my fragmented mind can register them. I catch only quick glimpses of terrifying images. Even the memories of our love repel me now, distorted as they are by the spiderweb of loathsome breaks in my precious Window to the World. I writhe in my home beneath the earth with such agony and hatred that I feel as if the ground must roll around me, the shaped stones must be torn into fragments, the earth itself must boil, and the walls of wood must warp and shatter. I can’t keep up with the pace of the memories, spinning faster and faster, a tornado of the past, a vortex of hate and fear and pain, in which dark figures creep towards me with slavering jaws and bloodthirsty eyes and your face, your face everywhere, in front of me, behind me, surrounding me, bearing down on my helpless form, ready to consume my heart, mind, and soul… and then something snaps.
FIRELIESYOUMYSONNOGODPLEASELIESOHGODHELPMENOYOUUNDERGROUND
SCREAMSSHOUTSONEWAYYOUFIRELIESLIESLIESDROWNTHEMOUTUNDERGROUND
THATSMALLCAFELOOKFORYOUIWROTEITDOWNLIESFIREANDLIESHATEYOUHATEYOU
HATEYOUBURNINGSCREAMSOHGODSHAPEDSTONESUNDERGROUNDWALLSOFWOOD
FIRELIESILOVEYOUIHATEYOUOHGODNOPLEASEHELPMESAVEMEPLEASEGODSMASH!The window shatters and its gleaming fragments tumble away from me. My ears were filled with a sudden roar as the images rushed to the edges of my vision and beyond, leaving only darkness. With the distortion of the glass gone I can finally see clearly. I realize now, oh God, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. What have I done? It’s all my fault. I killed everything. There is an eternity of unbroken silence before my words reach me:
Six feet of earth above my head… don’t keep me safe from what you said. Six walls of wood don’t keep you out; these frightful screams come from inside. They lay with me here through the night.
I came to them out of mists and rain;
I came to them in dreams at midnight;
I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled the northern sky at dawn...
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Not trying to be rude either just wanted to help out the new guy.
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depends on if they count those as magic powers or just superpowers...