Inheritor

[Nullia]

I don't understand.

Where

                  did

                                         everyone

                                                                 go?

They were all right behind me. Walking with me, beside me. All of us, together.
When I sit and hold my head wanting to scream, I say they've all fallen dead.
I say I've left them behind.
But it's only when I hold these briarwood handles in my palms that I,
stop.
And I think.
And I wonder what happened.
Where it all went wrong.

The dead leave me.

The living leave me.



At the centerpiece of a new family, I find myself cripplingly alone.



Nobody is here to congratulate me. There are no aunts nor uncles for my children to meet. No nieces. No nephews. No one stayed.
The dead marched off to die. The living grew tired of me.
I've always been a boring person.
I knew it would happen eventually.

My grip on the briarwood doubles. I want to throw these knives across my room and embed them in the wall.
I know they'll just shower splinters and fly back to me.
They will not leave me.
They never do.
How ironic that is.
That the only thing willing to stay by someone like me,
is my own weapon, that which I hate the most.

Even as he sleeps next to me, I stare at the ceiling. His touch on my palm, it means everything.
And yet my chest,
my heart,
feels so empty.
I feel alone.



I am the daggers' inheritor
And I am the bearer of their curse.
Not a wicked demon's curse,
but rather a curse I've always bore.
One of understanding.
The daggers whisper to me when I sleep. They whisper to me when I'm awake.
They slip softly into my fingers, and pull my hands.
But that is not the curse they have given me.

It is the curse that,
as I scream at the piles of corpses behind me,
at those who have left me behind,

I come to realize just how alone I really am.

No, there is no one to congratulate me on my marriage.

There is no one to introduce to my children.

There is no one to meet.

There is no one to visit.

There is no one.



Ah,
                                     no...
                                                                                          Really...



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