Frozen

I hate you.

I watch, disgusted yet terrified by you, the one true source of everything—the source of all my pain, my suffering; of that feeling that every step, every breath, every movement is dragging me further down into the abyss.

Oh yes, you know who you are, what you’ve done. Don’t give me that look. Don’t act like you’re so innocent.

You watch me, your sharp, cold eyes seemingly emotionless. I’m standing before you, my heart pounding fast and deeply. I’ve come all this way, suffered for so long, just to helplessly watch as you murder my best friend right in front of me. You laugh cruelly as the light dwindles out of her beautiful, pure eyes.

She’s gone. There’s nothing left of Zelda now, save her lifeless corpse. You laugh mockingly, allowing her body to crumple to the dirt. And as you laugh, your black eyes reveal no remorse, no regret for all the pain you’ve caused. Your mouth is smiling, but your eyes remain the same.

They remain soulless.

You know nothing of me, of my journey across the vast reaches of the surface. You know nothing of Zelda, a true friend to me, and possibly even more. You also know nothing of kindness, friendship, or even love; all you care about is bringing back your master, relishing in the physical and mental torture you bestow upon me.

Is that what gives you joy? The pain and suffering of those around you?

You saunter towards me, kicking Zelda’s body out of the way. You grab a fistful of my hair and wrench my exhausted body off the ground. You grab my jaw and force me to look at your newly revived master. You whisper words of discomfort and mockery into my ear. I downcast my eyes, for they are on the brink of tears—a long time ago, I vowed to never, ever cry in front of anyone, especially you. It is becoming increasingly difficult to keep my composure.

I have failed. The reality of these words suddenly sinks deep into my chest, pushing in further and further until it reaches the core of my very soul. I have failed. I have failed everyone.

You wickedly smirk as I abruptly let the tears fall, losing whatever pride is left. There’s really no point holding back my emotions anymore, is there?

With my failure, I realize, there is nothing left to live for, nothing that will alter these events. Zelda can never be brought back. Once I am killed—or worse—nobody will be able to stand up to your kind. This is the end of everything. This is reality.

And as I am forced to stare back into your cold, soulless eyes, I can’t help but let out a hollow chuckle. Now that you’ve ripped everything good out of my life, you have nothing left as well.

You have nothing left to take.