“Happiness can be found even in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.”
- Albus Dumbledore (J.K. Rowling)
This quote is important to me, because I can get so lost in the darkness of today that I have to remember to purposefully look for the good, in myself and in others. It also reminds me that happiness is a choice, based on how you veiw things. And, it is part of my favorite series.
The Musical
Our hearts pound as one,
No matter what I do,
I cannot console him.
Show night has begun.
We circle round,
And all join hands.
He grabbed my hand
My eyes drop to the ground.
His thumb rubs the back of my hand,
Sweat from nerves covers both of us.
We are nervous for two reasons,
A liking and show night has begun.
The Choice of the Already Diseased
"Ms. Borne, you must leave."
"Leave? But I only just got here!" I cry out. I had done one simple job for them. I was told this would induct me into the organization. Of course, I expected to be double crossed at some point, but never had I expected it so soon.
My reaction obviously one they had expected, so the man in the orange suit continued to explain what he had meant. "You must leave... permanently."
"Permanently?"
"For heavens sake, girl! You must die!" The man settled back in his chair and huffed a deep sigh. "You have served your purpose."
"But, it was a good purpose." The man in the blue suit leaned foreward into the light so I could see his face. He was ghastly pale with flaming orange hair, much like myself. My brother.
"I-" I couldn't formulate words correctly, so I just stood there for a few seconds of awkward silence.
"You can choose how you go." A man in a green suit said. He had a thick accent, and I imagined his face having a sneer.
"I want to be shot." I say, point blank. I had thought about this before, of course, coming from a criminal family. It would be quick. Relatively painless. "Once. In the head."
"Shot?"
"In the head?"
The men all muttered and a few gave short chuckles which sounded more like a coughing fit. I pointed to a spot on my head as if confirming.
"Alright then. Aldridge, come here."
Aldridge?
A tall guy around my age with black hair and narrow, upslanting eyes stepped forward into the light.
"Sir, I don't really-"
"Do it, Aldridge."
The eyes I had come to know so well, with the lashes gracefully curtaining his eyes, were full of fear. "Sir, I don't want to kill her. She's... she's my fiance, sir."
A gasp sounded to my right as a short, plump man in a yellow suit covered his ears with his hands as if to wish the words out of existance. At least somebody knew this was wrong.
"Aldridge, you can shoot her, or I'll shoot you both."
Daniel turned to me, a look of pain on his face, as he raises a gun.
"Dan, it's okay." I whisper. I didn't want him to die as well.
I walk over to him and direct the gun to the front of my head. The cool barrel made the idea that I was about to die so much more real.
"No." Daniel whispered and dropped the gun.
The gun had barely hit the groung when I heard a shot ring through the air, and saw Daniel drop to the ground. A scream must've left me at some point, but I wasn't loud enough to hear what came next.
"Good. I was needing to get rid of him."
Then nothing.
Happy is
However many
Amazing or Awkward or Abhorrent
Parts or Roles you
Play in life
You are still you in the end
Isn't it easier to
Skip the act, the middle ground?
Because no matter who you pretend to be, you will always be there. It's just a matter of time before it bursts through. You will be much happier if you are just you, and skip all the work of pretending to be someone you are not. Because you are beautiful.
You
Isn't it obvious? The devil is afraid of you. He is afraid of the light you hold in the darkness, that you carry around within you. That's why he tries so hard to snuff it out. He tries to tear you down, clawing at your weakness, trying to turn the light off. He tempts you because he knows you are stronger than him, and wishes for you to feel some shred of the weakness he feels. He's afraid of hope. He's afraid of you and your beautiful story.