Most nights, dreams never came. Sleep was welcome after a day of wallowing in ones negative emotions all day.
This night was different for her.
Ivy awoke in what appeared to be a never ending void of darkness, slumped to the side. It wasn’t unusual for her dreams to be nonsensical, but this was different, it made her stomach churn.
She stood herself up on shaky legs, and for some reason she couldn’t explain, felt compelled to walk, so she did. Through the never-ending darkness.
It seemed as though hours had passed as she continued walking, the left side of her body began to weight heavy. It felt as though roots were crawling under her skin, digging deep into her flesh, fusing into her veins.
She came to the realization that there was something sprouting out of h skin, an uneasy sensation filling her stomach as my expression morphed into horror.
It was bark, sharp edges of bark sprouted out of my skin, plating it over as if it was trying to cover her completely leaving no trace of who she used to be.
she cried out pain, it couldn’t happen now, not like this, this isn’t who she was.
Wherever the bark touched the right side of her body, it dug into it painfully, as if it was trying to cut her down the middle. A bloodied gash was appearing, blood running down her face and stinging her eyes.
“This isn’t me! I-I can’t let this happen! GET OFF!”
She sobbed, her words almost crazed as she used her right arm to shred away the bark attached to her flesh. Golden blood spraying as the brutal removal of the bark revealed gnarled tendons and flesh beneath it. Her left eye swirled uncontrollably in its socket, as if trying to peer at her despite being a part of her body.
“Get off of me… get off! This isn’t me!”
she shook her ear frantically, ears pressing to the sides of her head. The bark, despite having been torn from her flesh, began to reform over her body, albeit slower.
She shrieked, ripping at her body again, and again, until she felt she had exhausted herself enough that the bark couldn’t form anymore.
Her eye was stilling moving uncontrollably, and in a desperate attempt to stop it, she used her claws to rip her emerald green eye out its socket, throwing it into the darkness.
She sat in a pool of her own blood, the red blood from her right and the gold blood from her left mixing together in a sickening puddle beneath her as she fell to her knees.
Crying hurt. the empty eye socket stung in pain whenever it produced tears.
The tendons on the right of her body were raw and exposed, she could see the muscles that were usually concealed by she skin twitch as she struggled to move her body, the ear on the left side of her head torn and flimsy.
She could only flick her tail weakly.
The darkness felt as though it would swallow her whole, she peered down at her mutilated body. This was better then the bark. She was a being of flesh, like it should be.
The pool of blood reflected her appearance as she stood there hunched over, but it wasn’t her, but it was.
The long white hair, elegant horns only belonged to her mother.
she wasn’t her mother. she couldn’t be her mother.
She had ripped all the bark off after all, and her eyes. There was nothing they had in common now.
People worshipped her mother, she was a copy, and for that she would never experience the true joy of what could have been.
But she didn’t mind that, the less she was like her, the better.
They were not the same.
They were not the same.
(some ivy stuff cause I wanna show more of her negative emotions. sorry for the shitty writing its like 11:00pm here.)
