It's a Dark World in Here

(Small prologue) 

There used to be three of us.

Now I’m alone.

Alone?

Alone, but the voices in my head, and the monster that sometimes crawls into our bed.

Josie was the one who always made us laugh.

Despite him afflicting pain on the three of us, after it was over, his wand far away, Josie would pull me and Rye into bed with her. She would tell us a story, stories I know are untrue, yet sometimes like to believe, about a fat man named Santa or a misunderstood woman named Maleficent, or a beauty who found herself a beast.

They were always wild, unimaginable tails of (mostly) good magic.

Good magic.

Good.

Josie was good, and so was Rye.

But magic? The thought is laughable.

Laughable.

Fallacy.

The door creaks open and I close my eyes tight. I tried to feel Josie’s arms around me and Rye’s head against my shoulder, but when his sharp, cold nails grab onto my ankle and yank—there is no pretending, no hiding, no doubting.

I am alone.

“What’s color?” I ask.

“Tricks of light,” he replied. “The world lies just as humans do.”

Josie makes a sound of disagreement. “Colors are beauty. Light in the dark.”

“And darkness in the light,” Rye insisted.

“Then how is it a trick of light?” Josie smirks, and Rye rolls his eyes. I giggle.

He’s left me alone again.

He never stays for long, takes what he wants, stares, crucio’s.

I guess I should just be grateful he doesn’t just kill me.

But sometimes I think that wouldn’t be too bad after all