In the Weeds filled with Darkness
Title: In the Weeds Filled with Darkness
Author: Moi~
Character: Russia, mentions five others, but not by name.
Rating: PG, some violence but very little, and dark themes.
Summary: My world was a world of weeds filled with darkness, until he showed up. That one bright flower defying the weeds.
-Based off the song "Prisoner" by Len Kagamine.
In the Weeds Filled with Darkness
I stood weakly as the prison guard inspected me. Inspected everything about me, to make sure I wasn’t hiding anything, to make sure I felt as belittled as possible. After the inspection I was tossed here, into this world of dirt, mud and darkness. Where were my sisters? What happened to them? Were they okay? I got my answer in laughs. I picked myself off the muddy ground and looked at that sky. That blue, blue sky that seemed to mock me. I hated that sky.
I wandered around the camp, looking at the miserable faces. I was always told that boys weren’t supposed to cry, but this place seemed to turn that into a lie. Grown men sobbed for their families, for their friends, anything. And if the guards caught you crying, you were given something to really cry about. I tried to be strong, I really did, but my mind slowly frayed away with the unanswered questions, with the images that could never been unseen.
I walked around the camp, looking at various things, but not taking a whole lot of interest in them. No, my interest was held by what was beyond the chain link fence. I saw a boy looking up at the sky, and as cliché as it sounds, I swore that he was radiating brighter than the sun itself. I was curious, so I ran back to the building that I was forced to live in with other men that I didn’t know. Grabbing some paper and a pencil, I scribbled down a “Hello”. I crumpled the paper into a ball and ran back outside towards the fence. The boy was still there, but he was laying down now. I leaned back with all my weight and threw that paper ball, I just hoped that I could get it close enough to the boy for him to see it. I watched as the boy rolled over on his side, was he sleeping? Who sleeps this late in the afternoon, especially when you’re on that side of the fence?
The boy sat up and undid my paper, I felt nervous suddenly. That was when it occurred to me that I wrote in my native language and not in English. What if he didn’t understand me? He seemed to be confused as he looked at the paper. I bit my lip and looked around. The guards weren’t paying attention, good. I shook the fence a bit, to get his attention. I watched him jump, I didn’t mean to scare him, and look up at me. He eyed me for a while, I felt self-conscience. I was nowhere near as well taken care of. Unlike him, I was dirty and had a few bumps and bruises. But that didn’t seem to bother him as he pulled out a pen and scribbled something down, before folding the paper into a paper plane. He tossed it over the fence, and the plane landed a few feet away from me. I carefully picked it up, and read it. He understood me!
I couldn’t have been happier! I smiled and ran off with the paper. I walked quickly back to my barracks and grabbed my pencil and wrote a reply down in English this time. I wasn’t that good with it. I could read it and understand what I was reading. But as far as speaking and writing went, I was horrible. I compared the two hand-writings; I cursed, and just hoped he could read it. I folded it, back into the paper plane. Again quickly walking back over to the fence, I thought about if the boy would still be there. It was a long walk between my bunk and the fence. But when I arrived, he was still there, laying in the grass again. I threw the plane with all my might. I winced when it landed. For my aim, was a little too good and I hit him in the face with it. I shook the fence in apology.
The boy sat up and opened my letter. He began replying before looking at his watch, and writing something else down. He tossed the letter back, and I read it. He apologized saying, that he had to go, but to meet him again here tomorrow. I nodded at him and smiled before running away.
I was excited, not everyone on the other side of the fence was cruel. That boy proved it. That boy proved that the world still had some good in it. I hid the letter under my pillow and wandered around the camp again.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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Tomorrow became every day. Well, almost every day. He didn’t come on the days that it was raining. It saddened me, because I was sure if he did come on a rainy day, that the sun would shine despite the rain.
Our letters spoke of anything and everything. I told him about my sisters. He told me about his brother, he mentioned his dad once. But, when I asked for more about his dad, since he sounded like a good man, he skipped over that question and spoke of things I had no knowledge of. Video games, movies, TV shows. I wondered what it’d be like to see them. I told him about my old home, how my family wasn’t the richest family in the world, but we were close. He told me he was jealous. He was only close to his brother. He mentioned having very few friends. That was surprising to me to hear; I was almost sure he was the type of guy to get along with everyone. He refused to explain when I asked why, doing the same thing he did when I asked about his father.
Our letters continued, but they slowly dwindled down. At first he came every day. Then it became every other day, the every three days, and so on. Each day I took noticed to his face, his eyes looked tired and worn, like he was some old man. Sometimes he would have coughing fits, he would just laugh about them. No words, just laughing, his laugh was so carefree. He carried a small note pad, in case for some reason he felt like explaining something that he couldn’t explain in the letter to me.
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I went two weeks without seeing him. My heart sank, and the clouds began to come back to fog my brain again. It hurt. I thought he was my friend, and then he goes and stops showing up for two weeks. Even though I hadn’t seen him in so long, I couldn’t break the habit of going to the fence to wait for him.
But today, today was different. I wasn’t expecting him, but there he was, standing in the field looking at me. He was out of breath, like he ran the whole way here. I couldn’t help but smile. My day had gotten so much better. Those two weeks seemed to have disappeared when I saw his face. I could cry I was so happy. I pulled out my old worn paper that I had been carrying around in my pocket for the past week, and threw it over the fence.
I watched him read my letter, before he opened his and added something. He refolded it and tossed it over the fence. I picked it up and read it.
My heart pounded in my chest. It hurt, worse than what the guards did to me. It hurt worse than the day they raided my home and separated me from my sisters. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, his back was turned to me. I couldn’t believe it, he was going away?! Why? When? I was unable to help myself.
“I’ll be waiting for you! Until you come back! And I’ll keep the letters, and I’ll treasure them! An-and, then I’ll be able to see you again, right?!” The words just fell from my mouth, I couldn’t hide my accent, I couldn’t take away the shakiness in my voice. He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t look at me. He just nodded.
It hurt, I felt sick as I watched him leave. The tears began to fall, I told myself that it didn’t matter anymore if I cried or not. I turned and walked back to my bunk.
I never even knew his name. His letters meant the world to me. We didn’t need to know each other’s name. I reread his letters, everyone, every day. The more I read them, the more I could see his face. I tried to be happy, I couldn’t do it though.
The next day is when my world completely fell to pieces. I had finished my work, my chores, everything. I was able to finally relax. I laid in my bunk rereading one of the letters, tracing over the words with my fingers, when the door to my barracks swung open. Two guards ran in and grabbed me and threw me against the floor. The head of the guards walked in, and glared at me. I hadn’t done anything wrong. It was my leisure time, right? I glanced at the clock. It was.
The two guards who threw me on the ground held me as the captain snatched the letters and read them. His frown deepened as he began shouting at me, blaming me for something to do with his son, saying that his song dying was my fault. I have never met his son, how could I be at blame? I’m sure his son is just a heartless as he was.
It was then that I lost my control. That man began to rip up my letters, shouting again that these letters were what was killing his son. He threw the paper at my face. I screamed out and struggled against the two guards holding me down. I managed to break free of one, and punch the other in the face. Before attacking the captain of the guards, I shouted and screamed at him, that the one who gave me those letters was somebody special to me, and had nothing to do with his son dying. I was forced off the man, and dragged away, kicking and screaming. That boy who left had more meaning to his life than that captain ever would.
I watched the man’s face go from enraged to sad in an instant, as he covered his face.
The two guards stripped me and threw me in with other the other men, into a small room. I knew what was going to happen next. I didn’t have any regrets, though my mind was screaming that I just wanted to see that boy one last time. The door was shut and locked and the room went completely black.
One light for five seconds, and then it went back to being dark again.
My chest began to burn. I coughed and reached out around me feeling a wall. I clawed at the wall, my brain running a mile a minute. I screamed again, my voice hoarse.
I saw his face in my mind, and I reached out towards him just hoping to touch him, for once, to speak to him one last time.
I could hardly breathe, it felt like my lungs were on fire.
That image of the boy stuck with my thoughts, as I shouted to him.
I just wanted to know one thing!
His name.
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Link to A Flower Without Sunshine
Author: Moi~
Character: Russia, mentions five others, but not by name.
Rating: PG, some violence but very little, and dark themes.
Summary: My world was a world of weeds filled with darkness, until he showed up. That one bright flower defying the weeds.
-Based off the song "Prisoner" by Len Kagamine.
In the Weeds Filled with Darkness
I stood weakly as the prison guard inspected me. Inspected everything about me, to make sure I wasn’t hiding anything, to make sure I felt as belittled as possible. After the inspection I was tossed here, into this world of dirt, mud and darkness. Where were my sisters? What happened to them? Were they okay? I got my answer in laughs. I picked myself off the muddy ground and looked at that sky. That blue, blue sky that seemed to mock me. I hated that sky.
I wandered around the camp, looking at the miserable faces. I was always told that boys weren’t supposed to cry, but this place seemed to turn that into a lie. Grown men sobbed for their families, for their friends, anything. And if the guards caught you crying, you were given something to really cry about. I tried to be strong, I really did, but my mind slowly frayed away with the unanswered questions, with the images that could never been unseen.
I walked around the camp, looking at various things, but not taking a whole lot of interest in them. No, my interest was held by what was beyond the chain link fence. I saw a boy looking up at the sky, and as cliché as it sounds, I swore that he was radiating brighter than the sun itself. I was curious, so I ran back to the building that I was forced to live in with other men that I didn’t know. Grabbing some paper and a pencil, I scribbled down a “Hello”. I crumpled the paper into a ball and ran back outside towards the fence. The boy was still there, but he was laying down now. I leaned back with all my weight and threw that paper ball, I just hoped that I could get it close enough to the boy for him to see it. I watched as the boy rolled over on his side, was he sleeping? Who sleeps this late in the afternoon, especially when you’re on that side of the fence?
The boy sat up and undid my paper, I felt nervous suddenly. That was when it occurred to me that I wrote in my native language and not in English. What if he didn’t understand me? He seemed to be confused as he looked at the paper. I bit my lip and looked around. The guards weren’t paying attention, good. I shook the fence a bit, to get his attention. I watched him jump, I didn’t mean to scare him, and look up at me. He eyed me for a while, I felt self-conscience. I was nowhere near as well taken care of. Unlike him, I was dirty and had a few bumps and bruises. But that didn’t seem to bother him as he pulled out a pen and scribbled something down, before folding the paper into a paper plane. He tossed it over the fence, and the plane landed a few feet away from me. I carefully picked it up, and read it. He understood me!
I couldn’t have been happier! I smiled and ran off with the paper. I walked quickly back to my barracks and grabbed my pencil and wrote a reply down in English this time. I wasn’t that good with it. I could read it and understand what I was reading. But as far as speaking and writing went, I was horrible. I compared the two hand-writings; I cursed, and just hoped he could read it. I folded it, back into the paper plane. Again quickly walking back over to the fence, I thought about if the boy would still be there. It was a long walk between my bunk and the fence. But when I arrived, he was still there, laying in the grass again. I threw the plane with all my might. I winced when it landed. For my aim, was a little too good and I hit him in the face with it. I shook the fence in apology.
The boy sat up and opened my letter. He began replying before looking at his watch, and writing something else down. He tossed the letter back, and I read it. He apologized saying, that he had to go, but to meet him again here tomorrow. I nodded at him and smiled before running away.
I was excited, not everyone on the other side of the fence was cruel. That boy proved it. That boy proved that the world still had some good in it. I hid the letter under my pillow and wandered around the camp again.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
--
Tomorrow became every day. Well, almost every day. He didn’t come on the days that it was raining. It saddened me, because I was sure if he did come on a rainy day, that the sun would shine despite the rain.
Our letters spoke of anything and everything. I told him about my sisters. He told me about his brother, he mentioned his dad once. But, when I asked for more about his dad, since he sounded like a good man, he skipped over that question and spoke of things I had no knowledge of. Video games, movies, TV shows. I wondered what it’d be like to see them. I told him about my old home, how my family wasn’t the richest family in the world, but we were close. He told me he was jealous. He was only close to his brother. He mentioned having very few friends. That was surprising to me to hear; I was almost sure he was the type of guy to get along with everyone. He refused to explain when I asked why, doing the same thing he did when I asked about his father.
Our letters continued, but they slowly dwindled down. At first he came every day. Then it became every other day, the every three days, and so on. Each day I took noticed to his face, his eyes looked tired and worn, like he was some old man. Sometimes he would have coughing fits, he would just laugh about them. No words, just laughing, his laugh was so carefree. He carried a small note pad, in case for some reason he felt like explaining something that he couldn’t explain in the letter to me.
--
I went two weeks without seeing him. My heart sank, and the clouds began to come back to fog my brain again. It hurt. I thought he was my friend, and then he goes and stops showing up for two weeks. Even though I hadn’t seen him in so long, I couldn’t break the habit of going to the fence to wait for him.
But today, today was different. I wasn’t expecting him, but there he was, standing in the field looking at me. He was out of breath, like he ran the whole way here. I couldn’t help but smile. My day had gotten so much better. Those two weeks seemed to have disappeared when I saw his face. I could cry I was so happy. I pulled out my old worn paper that I had been carrying around in my pocket for the past week, and threw it over the fence.
I watched him read my letter, before he opened his and added something. He refolded it and tossed it over the fence. I picked it up and read it.
My heart pounded in my chest. It hurt, worse than what the guards did to me. It hurt worse than the day they raided my home and separated me from my sisters. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, his back was turned to me. I couldn’t believe it, he was going away?! Why? When? I was unable to help myself.
“I’ll be waiting for you! Until you come back! And I’ll keep the letters, and I’ll treasure them! An-and, then I’ll be able to see you again, right?!” The words just fell from my mouth, I couldn’t hide my accent, I couldn’t take away the shakiness in my voice. He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t look at me. He just nodded.
It hurt, I felt sick as I watched him leave. The tears began to fall, I told myself that it didn’t matter anymore if I cried or not. I turned and walked back to my bunk.
I never even knew his name. His letters meant the world to me. We didn’t need to know each other’s name. I reread his letters, everyone, every day. The more I read them, the more I could see his face. I tried to be happy, I couldn’t do it though.
The next day is when my world completely fell to pieces. I had finished my work, my chores, everything. I was able to finally relax. I laid in my bunk rereading one of the letters, tracing over the words with my fingers, when the door to my barracks swung open. Two guards ran in and grabbed me and threw me against the floor. The head of the guards walked in, and glared at me. I hadn’t done anything wrong. It was my leisure time, right? I glanced at the clock. It was.
The two guards who threw me on the ground held me as the captain snatched the letters and read them. His frown deepened as he began shouting at me, blaming me for something to do with his son, saying that his song dying was my fault. I have never met his son, how could I be at blame? I’m sure his son is just a heartless as he was.
It was then that I lost my control. That man began to rip up my letters, shouting again that these letters were what was killing his son. He threw the paper at my face. I screamed out and struggled against the two guards holding me down. I managed to break free of one, and punch the other in the face. Before attacking the captain of the guards, I shouted and screamed at him, that the one who gave me those letters was somebody special to me, and had nothing to do with his son dying. I was forced off the man, and dragged away, kicking and screaming. That boy who left had more meaning to his life than that captain ever would.
I watched the man’s face go from enraged to sad in an instant, as he covered his face.
The two guards stripped me and threw me in with other the other men, into a small room. I knew what was going to happen next. I didn’t have any regrets, though my mind was screaming that I just wanted to see that boy one last time. The door was shut and locked and the room went completely black.
One light for five seconds, and then it went back to being dark again.
My chest began to burn. I coughed and reached out around me feeling a wall. I clawed at the wall, my brain running a mile a minute. I screamed again, my voice hoarse.
I saw his face in my mind, and I reached out towards him just hoping to touch him, for once, to speak to him one last time.
I could hardly breathe, it felt like my lungs were on fire.
That image of the boy stuck with my thoughts, as I shouted to him.
I just wanted to know one thing!
His name.
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Link to A Flower Without Sunshine