Chapter One
Midnight Thoughts
Staring up at the night sky just outside a run-down, middle-class house, laying on a thick branch high up, Ebony gazed up at the night sky.
The twinkles of the stars in the night sky couldn’t be seen anymore, as the thick haze blocks it. What’s left is a captivating, black void that Ebony can’t help but stare at it for what feels like hours...somewhat blissful hours. It calls to her while she’s accompanied by the voices in her head...about how peaceful and problem-free it would be to just...die.
Ebony caught herself thinking these thoughts again and sighed of frustration for her low self-esteem.
Goddamn it, Ebony! You’re self-esteem was already very low before this. Do you honestly think you can survive out here if you’re this pessimistic?
Ebony brushed her messy, black hair from her eyes and hung her head low, trying not to get sucked into the void in the sky...keep sane...keep sane...keep sane...
But who wouldn’t be this pessimistic with all this shit happening? I’m shocked that I managed to survive for a year..but I don’t want to live to see any more of this. But I had a feeling that...God chose me to survive.
She scoffed at her own words and rolled her eyes.
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Stop being narcissistic, Ebony...Sometimes I wish I ended up dying or losing my sanity from this mutation. If I did, at least I wouldn’t have to-
Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant rustling of the trees. The crowns of the trees were shaking violently and that was enough to send an adrenaline rush surging through Ebony.
She picked herself so fast that she nearly stumbled and fell out of the tree. From standing up so fast and the fact that it’s cold, she felt lightheaded and was trembling. With every ounce of strength she has left, she made a quick jump back into the open window to the room on the second floor of the abandoned house.
She regained herself and quickly shut the window and the covers and sat against the peeling, just as cold wall. Although she has experience and memories flooded with visions of seeing movements like these up close, she still can’t get used to it even if they’re far away.
“You’re..w-weak,” she said aloud, breathing heavily. She sat there against the wall, finding solace in the silence, but was drifting to her thoughts again and caught herself. “I’m going to bed.”
But she knew. She knew exactly that when she lays down and gets comfortable, she’d accompany herself with these voices within her mind again, scaring herself to a nightmarish sleep once again...but it can’t hurt to try not to, right?
Right.
It obviously won’t work, but if you managed to survive here, so can your mentality. Right?
Right.
Just try not to think about the fact that you’re completely useless and bound to die!
Right...
She struggled to get up, but still did it, and lackadaisically made her way to her the bed, and collapsed in it. Gaining physical comfort. Slowing going insane. Welcoming her midnight thoughts.