The Emotions Story: Despair Act (Part 2)

Trigger warning: Death mention, violence, horror, trauma

Around, around the mindscape

? The host ran for help

Fight is dead and so is love

Pop goes the host.

A penny for a positive thought

A penny for an escape

Try to run and try to hide

Pop goes the host.

It was a song on loop for the host. It had been a week, every day the host came back to visit the land that was once luscious and green, she would notice something new gone. It had been a week before the deportation of all her emotions was finally over. She could feel, nothing. To say it broke her, was an understatement.

She was back in the world she created a long time ago. A world she poured her everything into it, yet now it was darkness, voided of anything meaningful except for that loop and the giggles. The giggles were what Fight had warned about before her demise. She understood about fighting this fight on her own. She was listening to her own quirks, her own voice, her own giggles to the point she did not know if she was the one who was projecting her thoughts or this was the ‘enemy’ they warned about.

She looked down, or was it up. This place has no sense of direction as she saw the ripple. She took another step and she saw the ripple as she breathed a sigh of relief only to be met with a reflection that was not there.

“Hello” The host spoke hesitantly before she giggled to herself, she was going insane. Talking to her reflection.

She heard a delayed echo. Again she did not know if this was her or the other being in this area as she looked forward only to jump back at the image of herself gazing at her with a crooked smile.

“Hello there” The mirror spoke to her as she turned around and began to walk away from her. The host ran after the mirror and went to hold her hand only to yank her hand back.

“Who are you?”

“I’m you” The mirror answered with a scoff “obviously, unless you think me something else. Host” The way she spoke made the host wince. It was even the same sarcastic streak she had. She was talking to a mirror self.

“Why?”

“You know. I thought I would be dealing with someone with more fighting than this. You are nothing but a broken husk. It’s boring” The mirror continued to speak to the woman as the host finally figured who she was talking to as she growled at her mirror.

“Despair….”

“Oh congratulations, the dimwit finally figured it out. You need a participation trophy. No wonder no one really sees anything in you.”

The words stung but she knew them to be true. She was indeed lonely, she was without a single being she could call a friend and people where awful to her. No matter what she did, people have harmed her over and over again because she was such.

“Pushover” She finished her own thought as she collapsed on her knee and looked to the mirror self. Even when she did something right, even what it was not her fault, she always drew the short end of the stick and had to pay for others mistakes. She began to shake as she backed away from Despair.

“Leave me alone”

“But are you not already all alone, pathetic weak excuse of a human being. I don’t see a reason you should be going on”

“I am needed”

“Yes, as the punching bag of society. Your chivalry is not needed”

“I can’t change myself”

“Then you deserve to just rot in the depth of this society”

“I won’t be horrible”

“They you are nothing more than a tool used. You can’t even stand to an obvious injustice”

She froze as she was shaking. She allowed for her arms to fall to her side as she took deep breaths. She felt the pain course through her once more as she growled at Despair: “What should I have done! What would you want me to do? They know I can’t fight back; they know they can push me around however they like. They know I’m weak and would never use underhanded tricks like them to get what I want. They … I can’t be evil, even if that’s the only way to handle them. Even if that’s the only way to deal with them. I can’t. I don’t have a bone in me that’s evil. It’s why I suffer and continue to suffer. I’m lonely, I’m weak, and I have no one to go to. No ….one….. want….me”

“That is right, the world has no need for weaklings”

The host began to feel something sticky on the ground, as she looked to the ground she saw blood, as she followed it she saw the kill number of this being before her. Images of all the emotions she had grown to accept where strung like broken puppets, bloodied and all with the same crooked smile Despair had as the host stood tall and spoke.

“You are wrong! I am needed, I am wanted! I’m not alone. I created you and I can destroy you!”

With that she attacked.

To be continued.