A/N : I've been really busy with school, so I have had absolutely no time to brainstorm and update Different and Society's Pawn! So here's a quick One-Shot, which I just picked off from the top of my head, and as I'm writing this, I still have no idea what to write about, but I'm sure it's come to me. That was incredibly long, so let's get to the story, shall we? \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Dark. It's darkness filled me, enveloping me in a incredibly haunting manner. It's claws were reaching out to me...tempting me....coaxing me. Telling me to come closer. As dreadful as that sounded, the darkness looked hardly like a threat. It seemed so innocent, and so...sincere. Oh, but that is how it always is. It's sincerity is a play. Their smiles are their costumes. The director? Everyone. They're all turning into minions, a little wisp of darkness nurturing inside each of them. They stood where you wanted them to stand, all because they knew that that was the best way to. Eat. You. Alive. Society. Everything about that word is so expandable. Argumental. Society has all gotten us wrapped up in their little polished finger, winding us up like a toy, and seeing who breaks first. It stands behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, holding the strings over your head, pulling you into doing what they want. They're evil. That's hypocritical, considering that the evil also rests inside you. Insecurities, jealousy, anger, they're the spies of society sent to destroy from the inside, too. But society is equally as ruthless. Do you remember when you were a child? When everything was as great and perfect, just as you thought life would be. Oh, we were so young and naïve, too blind to see what REALLY rests behind those walls of happiness. Because in happiness, there's sadness. And we can't control that. We can't control that they have endless ways to play with you. To break you. They will tease you. They will taunt you. They will haunt you. And I can't do anything about it. Society has it's way of being unauthentic. Of seeming normal. Everything seems normal, right? Well it isn't. Because whatever you do, nothing will prepare you for the road ahead. Nothing will prepare me. Nothing will prepare me for tomorrow. Anything can happen tomorrow. And I wouldn't know. But this isn't society's doing anymore, it's it's brother's. Fate. Fate is not only the term they use in those sappy love stories. It's the way your life will turn out. And that's the crappy thing about fate. You don't know what will happen. It's like fog. You see figures; glimpses, but you still have no idea what it is. Everything is up to your own understanding. Whether you chose to run through the fog, braving everything, or whether you chose to stand still, waiting for the fog to clear. And it's a chance. You may plunge deep into a cliff, if you run. But also, you may open to something amazing. But that won't happen if you stand still. You're letting society get to you. Fog is society. They are everywhere. Dwelling around you. Shady, but still there. Do you choose to blend into society? Or stand out like the person who ran through the fog? It's up to you. Society will kill you. Fate will drive you crazy. But in the end, you will conquer it if you will yourself to. If you don't, and you just give up? Well, you must already be part of society then. \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ I have no idea what I just wrote up there. Seriously. That was just a jumble of rants and letters and feelings into one short one-shot. I need to have myself checked.
Now it's 5:30AM and I have to wake up in 15 minutes for school. So I have to go and catch a few more z's.