The MW: Becoming Darkness

It wasn’t a rainy day or one so shiny someone else would have remembered. I woke up as an innocent little girl and went to sleep half-dead with a legacy to protect. There is truth in lies and lies in my truth. My name is Violet, and this is my story. There was no time to waste. I knew what I was about to do would have dire implications for both my no-world and my real world. The clock finally made sense to me, and yet I still did not have a clue about what it was. The static that emanated from this night, along with the cool breeze I was getting used to, felt like a big reminder of what was at stake. I needed to help them and not running fast enough was an ache I couldn’t bear. The memory I have of all those fights and all that blood made it impossible to calm down. On top of that, the freaking clock was nowhere to be found and there was no time to spare. If only I had a little more trust in that dream like the others before it, all of this would have ended in such a different way. I think a part of me always trusted it though, but was scared of the consequences of it being real. Of losing myself. I knew it was impossible, but I was still worried she would gain control over me to the point there was nothing left of this version of me. Through this journey I have learned it is possible to be a really brave person and still be scared of your own shadow. Yet in my case, soon my shadow is going to be the scariest thing I or anyone would ever face. If only I could get there on time.