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“There is darkness in me, a dark place, where sunlight cannot reach. It’s a hole of black nothingness,” Frog moaned as he gazed at the birds flitting around in a nearby tree.

I just looked him at him. Frog had a tendency to over dramatize things, like most Geminis do. It didn’t help that he was a full blown Goth. “You so need to get over yourself, Frog,” I finally replied.

“…and it’s growing. It consumes me. Eats at my soul, and soon my flesh will be gone from bone, and I will be as dust on the earth,” Frog continued on as if he didn’t hear a word I said.

“You know, if enough people hear you talk like that you are going to end up in the hospital again.” I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but I just couldn’t resist the dig.

Eyes shining brightly, he hopped on the picnic table and hollered, “Then I will bite them! And rip out their insides and swallow them whole! I will be reborn!”

I cut him off with a shriek.  “Look! There’s Sonya! Can you believe what she’s wearing? Oh my god!” I grabbed the camera phone from my purse to try to get a picture of the little tramp, but suddenly Frog started spitting and tearing at his clothes.  He was jumping up and down on the table. A black blur emanated from his chest. But that isn’t what got my attention. It isn’t what haunted my days and nights for the rest of my life.

Those eyes. Those dark pools of nothingness looked down upon me, and I screamed.  Their blackness filled me, torturing my soul. The world went dark, and a painful screeching sound filled the park, the city, my mind, blocking out my screams, and the screams of those around me. I stood in that maelstrom, frozen for a moment in time and space as my lover shattered and It appeared out of his dust.

The world as we knew it ended. Everyone and everything stopped. To this day I don’t know why It let me live. I don’t know why It ate the hearts of everyone, devoured their souls and minds and wills. I used to wonder what I did to deserve this suffering, wondered why out of everyone on the planet I could still feel, had a soul, and free will. I gave up on figuring that out a long time ago. None of that matters to me now. All I care about now is that on the day of the Changing, It left me alone in the darkness and I am very pissed off.

Dawn Dschaak has this thing for an airhead becoming a heroine. She has no other priors to speak of, but can sometimes be found rambling around incoherently at her blog, lavenderdaydreams.com.

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