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Post by [P] h e o n i x on Jul 2, 2009 23:14:37 GMT -8
[P S Y C H O]
It was nearly dark outside, the forboding clutches of night creeping up on the beautiful pastel colors that were dawn, making them run and hide in the corners of the earth. The wind rushed across the terrain, sweeping up dust, provoking the grass, thrashing against the trees. The large Oaks bent and swayed, moaned and growled with protest, but were unable to do much. There were few stars in the sky, but the ones that were there shone so brightly it was hard not to get distracted by their blinking lights. Psycho stood under a bending tree silently, watching the world around her. Watching the simple, pure beauty that was nature. It was so.. normal. So elegant, yet so same-old same-old. It was the way it was supposed to be. Nothing intruded, nothing got in the way, nothing tried to alter it. Why couldn't that be the case for her? Why did she have to be so entirely unnatural? So, just, not right. She was an abomination. A screwed up version of her species. There was no innocence left in her; she'd abandoned the sweet blindfold over her eyes long ago, revealed herself to the complete and total awfullness that was the world. There was nothing left to keep her shielded from everything wrong, and she was left to try and deal with such things on her own. She hadn't gotten much teaching when she was younger, no explanations of what's right and wrong or good and bad. She'd simply been expected to know it off the bat, to be able to comprehend such things already. But no, her parents had neglected to teach her such things, and Psycho had been left stranded and drowning in hate and shock. Drowning in what she'd seen, what she wasn't supposed to see, at least not at the age she'd been. She closed her eyes and pictures of a bloodied, mutilated body flashed beneath her lids. The neck was ripped out, bones split through skin and stuck out of her legs, and it had obviously been drowned in its own blood. Shivers stalked up and down her spine and her body shook for a moment. Her mother, slaughtered by her father. She tried to remember to forget, every day, she tried.
But there are some things that are just never forgotten.
She'd abandoned her life that day, and she'd been running from it ever since. Avoiding it, trying desperately to drag herself away. She'd even taken on a new name. Well, she hadn't really had much of a choice. Psycho; it's what everyone had called her. She'd once been named V'lasande, but that name dragged too many memories up from the grave, so she'd let it change, warp, twist, till it had been stretched enough. Till she finally gave up, and gave in. A psycho was what she was, was it not? She hated admitting it, but it was true. As if to shove the confession into the floor and rub it in, the wind pulled itself up and around the long stalks of jade grass around her legs, and she could hear the faint giggle of a young girl. It was eerie, and it didn't seem to come from one particular place. That was what annoyed her the most; she could hear, she just couldn't see it, or where it was coming from. If she knew, she could destroy the source. Give her tattered soul a break from such constant tauntings. She didn't know why she heard it, what had made her suddenly start hearing laughter when she was one year old. She guessed it might've happened because of what she'd seen the day her mother died, but, she'd never really know for sure. But till then, it was going to drive her insane. Again, she heard it. This time, it was a deep chuckle. Low and soaked with anger. Her nostrils flared, she snorted, and then dug her front hooves into the ground a little farther. She wanted to kill something. Anything. She just wanted to be normal, to be just as flawed as everyone else, not moreso. But hell seemed to be against her, fighting her every step of the way. It hated her guts. She hated it right back. Breathing deeply, she calmed herself down, letting her muscles smooth out from their once bunched up state. She seriously had issues. Laughter echoed in her skull, and she let herself drift into an unsteady state of dreaming while she dozed under the stars.
It was nearly dark outside, the forboding clutches of night creeping up on the beautiful pastel colors that were dawn, making them run and hide in the corners of the earth. The wind rushed across the terrain, sweeping up dust, provoking the grass, thrashing against the trees. The large Oaks bent and swayed, moaned and growled with protest, but were unable to do much. There were few stars in the sky, but the ones that were there shone so brightly it was hard not to get distracted by their blinking lights. Psycho stood under a bending tree silently, watching the world around her. Watching the simple, pure beauty that was nature. It was so.. normal. So elegant, yet so same-old same-old. It was the way it was supposed to be. Nothing intruded, nothing got in the way, nothing tried to alter it. Why couldn't that be the case for her? Why did she have to be so entirely unnatural? So, just, not right. She was an abomination. A screwed up version of her species. There was no innocence left in her; she'd abandoned the sweet blindfold over her eyes long ago, revealed herself to the complete and total awfullness that was the world. There was nothing left to keep her shielded from everything wrong, and she was left to try and deal with such things on her own. She hadn't gotten much teaching when she was younger, no explanations of what's right and wrong or good and bad. She'd simply been expected to know it off the bat, to be able to comprehend such things already. But no, her parents had neglected to teach her such things, and Psycho had been left stranded and drowning in hate and shock. Drowning in what she'd seen, what she wasn't supposed to see, at least not at the age she'd been. She closed her eyes and pictures of a bloodied, mutilated body flashed beneath her lids. The neck was ripped out, bones split through skin and stuck out of her legs, and it had obviously been drowned in its own blood. Shivers stalked up and down her spine and her body shook for a moment. Her mother, slaughtered by her father. She tried to remember to forget, every day, she tried.
But there are some things that are just never forgotten.
She'd abandoned her life that day, and she'd been running from it ever since. Avoiding it, trying desperately to drag herself away. She'd even taken on a new name. Well, she hadn't really had much of a choice. Psycho; it's what everyone had called her. She'd once been named V'lasande, but that name dragged too many memories up from the grave, so she'd let it change, warp, twist, till it had been stretched enough. Till she finally gave up, and gave in. A psycho was what she was, was it not? She hated admitting it, but it was true. As if to shove the confession into the floor and rub it in, the wind pulled itself up and around the long stalks of jade grass around her legs, and she could hear the faint giggle of a young girl. It was eerie, and it didn't seem to come from one particular place. That was what annoyed her the most; she could hear, she just couldn't see it, or where it was coming from. If she knew, she could destroy the source. Give her tattered soul a break from such constant tauntings. She didn't know why she heard it, what had made her suddenly start hearing laughter when she was one year old. She guessed it might've happened because of what she'd seen the day her mother died, but, she'd never really know for sure. But till then, it was going to drive her insane. Again, she heard it. This time, it was a deep chuckle. Low and soaked with anger. Her nostrils flared, she snorted, and then dug her front hooves into the ground a little farther. She wanted to kill something. Anything. She just wanted to be normal, to be just as flawed as everyone else, not moreso. But hell seemed to be against her, fighting her every step of the way. It hated her guts. She hated it right back. Breathing deeply, she calmed herself down, letting her muscles smooth out from their once bunched up state. She seriously had issues. Laughter echoed in her skull, and she let herself drift into an unsteady state of dreaming while she dozed under the stars.
