Title: Can Anyone Hear My Cries?
Author: Wolf of Solitude
Author's Note: Here's a little something I wrote when I was having a depressed mood swing. It's from the point of view of Tom Riddle as a child before going to Hogwarts when the darkness was first about to overtake him. Oh, and please note that this is a dark, angsty fic. You have been warned.
Shadows.
They can be so wonderful, yet so cruel. When you need sanctuary, they're always there for you; ready and willing to hide you from the harsh reality of the world. But other times, they loom dangerous around you, and you're powerless to stop them. Once you're in them, they're your home, as they always be once you blend with them.
I made the mistake of hiding in the shadows when I was young. I thought they were innocent and would hide me until the bigger children left me alone, so I entered them and accepted them. But when I tried to get out - to reach back into the light - they just pulled me back in and refused to let me go. I tried, of course, to get out, but they overpowered me.
Now I've accepted them. They are simply part of my life now. I'm stuck with them until they decided to release me - which I know they will never do. I used to believe fully that one day, they would get tired of me. I used to have hope that someone, anyone, would see them taking me over and help.
How wrong I was.
No one helped me. No one noticed me inside of them, so carefully hidden. I think they've began to notice it now - but it's too late. They're inside of me and will never get out. Nothing can stop them now that they've chosen their new prey, their new soul to vanquish. Mine.
So I gave up resistance. The shadows full overtook me and there is no turning back. I don't even have a mind of my own now. Or at least a mind that came speak for itself. The shadows have used me, against my will, to do their own bidding. I can only watch helplessly as they make me do evil tasks and terrorize those around me.
How did I go wrong?, they may think. What happened to that sweet, carefree Tom Riddle? The one who was always ready with a smile to cheer even the loneliest people up and cause them to smile, too?
I went into the shadows. Instead of the enemy, the child of light, I became the prey. Several have stood up to me and tried to force the darkness out of me. But they will always fail. The darkness is there, as it seems to have always been. It have covered my entire soul and I can never unravel it.
You think I would have heat from the shadows, that they would give me something in return for my body being their next host. But no. They want to make me suffer as much as possible. They sometimes let me out of their grasps for fleeting instants just to let me fully see what acts I am doing and what I am becoming. That's how they are - demanding, controlling, and harsh. And cold.
Loneliness is cold. Very cold. At even the warmest temperatures I will be shivering and clutching my coat around me. Only a little while ago did I realize I will forever be cold: the cold is generating from my very own body; from my core existence. The demon inside of me - no, that is me - doesn't seem to like the heat. I think it reminds him of snow. Snow that can be killed and destroyed by crushing it...just like my willpower.
Please, someone, help me! The demon is bearing down on me more and more each day. I have very little endurance left before he will have ultimate control. I don't know how much longer I will last with this strength and power. He has the shadows and cold on his side, not to mention the everlasting tunnel of darkness. I will be useless against his warriors of the army of the evil. I don't know how much longer I can hold on to what little light I have . . .
The light is slowly fading. It's the end of the end. Someone, anyone, please help me! The darkness is closing in. My struggle is turning out to be a fluke, and I need help. The light . . . my life . . . it's about to all be gone, into the never ending darkness. Please, help! Someone look into the shadows and see!
Can anyone hear my cries?
. . . Does anyone even care?
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