Alright, here you go.
Warning- It is a bit depressing XD
We Are All Broken Now
Chapter 1
Brokenness is all around me. We’re drowning in it. Around me there are shattered souls and lost eyes.
I am their healer, their counselor. They say that when I smile all the darkness disappears and light is created. Yet, where there is light there is always shadow. I give light and take shadow, my mind is just at dark as theirs, I just don’t show it. They say that everything is fine. We’ll get out of this alive.
Why can’t they see we’re already dead?
The skies are invisible due to constant storms, when we step flowers and plants die, pain is everywhere, animals shriek it in the night.
No, we aren’t just dead, we are death. We create it to destroy, we kill and maim. We are not okay, we are all broken. They were wrong.
“Child!” They say. “Come. You are needed here. Your voice must be heard!”
So I come. I always do, but I don’t know what they want from me. I cannot sing forever, one day my light will die because the darkness inside me overflows. One day I will fall, or I will grow. They cannot call for their child because there will be no more children.
What is my name, you ask? I have no name. I will gain one at the age of eighteen, if I ever turn eighteen.
I am just ‘child’, but that’s okay, there are no other children to be called child, so I know who they speak of when they say that word. Me.
Now I stand in front of a large, glass mirror. My chestnut hair is knotted and my dark blue eyes look nowhere. I remember when I used to look in this same mirror I would see a different person, someone who had gleaming sapphires for eyes and curly brown hair that fell in perfect ringlets over her shoulders. She stood tall and beamed, ready to take on anything that the world threw at her. Not anymore. Now stands a hunched form with pale skin that is pulled so close to her body that her bones could be counted if you looked hard enough. Now those sapphire eyes are broken pieces of glass that can focus on nothing but a distant light that is constantly shining, but never quite in reach. Now those ringlets are gone, replaced by knots that even the strongest brush could not disperse. Now that bright smile is forced and weak. I am gone. I am a shadow of who I used to be, and only a broken one.
“My child, are you ready?” A voice says close to my ear. The head elder, the leader of our poor little place.
“Why must I sing?” I ask in my wobbly voice, just as I always do.
“For us, my child, for our happiness.” The head elder responds, just as she always does. But she lies. I know she lies because I am not only singing for the elders, and I am not singing for happiness. I am singing for a dark force that is invisible to the eye. I do not mean to, but it pulls me. I raise my voice and the force awakens, tearing me apart from the inside out and clawing at my heart and throat. It steals my voice from me and bends it, using me to feed its hunger and create chaos.
“I do not wish to sing, elder.” I state, looking into the black eyes on the old woman who holds my shoulder in her clawed hands.
“You must sing, child.” The elder answers, her voice harsh and strong. “Or we will all fall.”
“I am falling now.” I say softly, glaring at her in the mirror. “I am dying, elder, and you know it. I refuse to give you my voice any longer.”
For a moment the elder looked shocked, her black eyes widening. “You will sing. You all sing.” The elder growled.
“They all sang, and they all died.” My voice is steady, odd. I feel more anxious than a bird in a cage. I am arguing with an elder! No one argues with an elder. “You tried to hide your secrets from me, Head Elder, but you cannot. I have spoken to them in my dreams, I know what you intend to happen. I will not lend you my song.”
“You will.” The elder smiled at me. It was cold and cruel, revealing blackened teeth and wretched breath. “Last chance, child.”
I raise my chin. “I won’t.”
Her talon-like nails sank into my shoulder, and I felt blood running down my arm and fall to the floor. Pressure built behind my eyes and I could not contain my tears, though I somehow managed to keep my footing, and bite my tongue hard enough that I didn’t scream. “Sing.”
I shook my head, but my mouth opened, seemingly on its own accord, and I sang. My voice was clear and loud, the whole room seemed to vibrate with energy while I nearly collapsed, trying vainly to shut my mouth.
No!
“Soft wings take flight,
Lead me to the sky,
Hold me high!
Cascades of moonlight,
Silver and gold in sight,
My love, hold me tight.
Songs of sweet,
Oceans of neat,
But no one can defeat
Midnight when he comes to reap.
Good night flame,
Sleep well water,
Dream kindly land,
Tomorrow you may not stand,
But for now sleep.
I will never fly,
Never in the sky.
Broken moonlight,
Sorrow in sight,
Now we fight.
Songs we weep,
Oceans of deep,
We’ve lost hope.”
The song ended on a soft, sad note, and the air was sucked completely out of me. The world around me wavered and I collapsed.
When I woke I was in a dark, stone room laying on a cot, I didn’t know where I was. Staring around I found that the room was completely bare other than the cot I was laying in, which was seemingly bolted to the floor.
“Where am I?” I whispered, trying to rise, only to find that my head was spinning and bile was rising in my throat. I flopped back down onto the cot.
“Why do you defy me, child?” A voice asked in my head, the same voice that took over me when I sang. It’s presence was the same darkness that crept inside my body and tore at my heart.
“Why shouldn’t I? You have done nothing but hurt me.”
“But I will also save you.”
“How?”
“Your world is dark, child. A shell of what it should be. I can fix that, with your help.”
“How many?” I ask breathlessly.
“What?”
“How many children must you kill to do this? How many voices must you steal?”
“You are the last.”
“And then there will be no more. You will ‘fix’ the world, but also destroy it. I am the last child in this place, there will be no one to carry on after me. The elders will die and it will be an empty world.”
“You only see a fraction of what I do, child.” The voice whispered, it seemed strangely warm now, affectionate even. “There is so much you do not know. Help me, my little one, and you can see all from the sky.”
“You lie.” I snap. “I will never help you. Not again. You will not break the shell that is left of my home!”
“Very well, child. If you refuse to cooperate I will simply use you anyway. It is not hard for me to control someone with the gift.”
“The gift?”
Laughter. The voice was amused. “Child, did you not wonder why there were any elders? It is as you said, I take the voices and lives of children, so, why are there grown souls still living?” I stay silent. I had wondered, of course, it didn’t add up. “Yes, you are special child. There are only very few that have the gift of song, only one lives at a time. It has been fifteen years, child! Fifteen years ago was the last soul like you! I have been taking voices for over a hundred years to get to where I am now.”
“Did-did you speak to them all?”
“Yes. And all of them but two agreed to help me without resistance. The two that did resist were taken anyway.”
“I don’t understand, why do you need us? Why are there no other children here? Why are the elders helping you?”
“Ah, my child, so many questions! I need you because you sing life, without you I could not save the world as I intend. There are no other children because they were sent away, that is all you need to know about them. And the elders? They are helping me because that is what they do. I speak to them and they listen, it is their way.”
“But, why?”
“No more questions, little one. Rest.” And then the presence reseeded. Leaving me alone once more.
Winter Month: 2 
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