Prelude to Despair
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Often ones wonder how depression slips its way through a person and into the deepest regions of their soul. They wonder how a person once beaming with life and joy can be transformed into a mere shadow of their former self. Their loved one's didn't even notice when the darkness came over their eyes, making them look more like a zombie. Many will admit to you that they themselves cannot recall the moment loneliness became a part of them and the world as they knew it had vanished, leaving behind only them. As time goes on however, this "loneliness" festers and slowly begins to alter the hosts mind. It begins to take shape and forms a will of its own. With more time and the right conditions, it swells to immense proportions. At this stage it is nearly unstoppable; this world providing the perfect habitat for it to grow. Meanwhile on the outside, the host begins to sleep more, eat less, and has almost completely forgotten what a real smile feels like. Others brush it off as the person having an off day, but for the truly blessed, someone takes notice and quickly takes action. However, this journey is about the not-so-lucky. Now loneliness is strong enough to even enter the host's dreams, ruining the last refuge of the host. Here it imposes its will upon them. It asks them invasive questions, knowing the answer will lead to deeper sorrow. It shows you all the wicked surrounding you; some that you never even noticed before. The worst part is that you believe it because, well... it's true. And inside your mind it's only you and it so there is no one to contest to these facts. The completion of it is almost here, but before it can be done something must be fulfilled by the host. "Commit yourself to me," says Loneliness with wide open arms, "I am your only friend." "Yes, you are, aren't you?" asks the Host. "I'm just so tired of being alone." "Let me in and you will never be alone again." "...Ok." The morning comes and the bedroom door opens as a mother sees her child sitting quietly on their bed; a dark ring wraps around their eyes. This is the beginning of the end. When you are lonely, not only does loneliness become your only friend, it becomes you...I hope the irony of this is not lost on you.