prayed to keep my soul
E
lli is not in and of herself dark, but that does not stop her from being drawn to the shadows. There was something in her that was curious about the sharp edges and the bloodstained fingers. She could feel herself drawn to it, and in the darkness, it felt like this is only time she truly opened, her heart exposed. Such darkness came in many different forms—in the whispers of shadows, in the stories of ghosts—but it came all the same, and she did not attempt to stop it. Her poor mother.Everything is crying, everything is screaming, because they are all just on the verge of death. Elli can tell from the chill down her spine, the heat in her legs, the lightness inside her head. (Up, up, up she thinks she could float, if only someone cuts the string loose.)
Four steps, footsteps creak over sable floorboards, to where the secret laid hidden in this forest. From hidden behind trees like a closet, beyond the wooden walls a hand reaches out to her. Elliana wants nothing more than to walk forward and embrace it. Until—
Stop.
Everything in the woods halts, Elli feels frozen in place.
A child fears the sunlight when they are torn from the womb, before they know any better.
But Elliana was not born in the sun. She was born in the darkness of an island of mirrors, with ghosts diving into her soul as if she were more ocean than girl.
This one is for you.
“For me?” She says in her silver bell voice.
And when you are ready for it, we will come and find you.
So many questions raced through her mind by the unsteady, irregular beat of her heart; breath; frothy and steaming flowed abruptly from her pores, in a sudden exhale, which racked her body from the pent up awe and fear. Her hind limbs starts to push off as she makes her way towards the thing she already knows. The the thing she knows the bent necked lady came from. Some how, she could breathe again, as the anticipation had shortened, but the roots of trepidation did not release their sickening hold upon the poor subject. In fear and alarm, her head rose, a veil of bond hair falling from one side to reveal a heart shaped birth mark and eyes of blue like glacier eyes.
Before she glances down.
Not yet.
Not yet ready.
Teeth against skin.
She fights the urge to bite her back because for all the death she has seen and heard—she has never tasted it before.
Elliana doesn't remember how she got out of the woods that night. She wont remember for years to come, the she visits the twins on a winter night in the moonlight and stars down at that grave and asks them. “Am I ready now?”
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