Mada’s Cursed 5:
Endless Waltz
By: Stacy L.
CATEGORY: Angst, Drama, Vingette
TABLE FIC PROMPT: #040. Dance
WARNINGS: Dark, Disturbing Imagery, Violence
COMPLETED:
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is the fifth installment of the “Mada’s Cursed” series.
This story serves as a response to the 50_darkfics LiveJournal challenge community.
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Have you ever danced on the edge of madness, skirted on the
very brink? It's a dance most twisted, most sinister. It's a dance I go through
daily.
Sometimes I think of those I left behind, and it helps me combat the madness.
It helps me keep insanity at bay, but there are times when even my memories of
them falter, vanish and nearly disappear. There are times when I question what
is real and what is fantasy, times when I wonder if my memories are just dreams
I dared create to survive the endless imprisonment I now serve in. It's at
those times when I swirl closest to the edge. I turn in circles, endless
circles round and round like some macabre dance, spinning and spinning out of
control, out of space, out of time, out of my mind...
I spend countless hours fighting the lure, the temptation to jump, to dive deep
down into the very heart of madness, and sometimes I wonder why I resist at
all. I sway and I twirl as if on a string back and forth and round and round.
As thousands of screams harshly pierce the air, cutting and hacking away at my
silence, at my solitude I shudder and attempt to regain my footing in an
otherwise bottomless pit. As I struggle to regain my balance determination
fills me and relief floods me, but then the distinct creaking of my cell door
filters in and I again lose my footing wirling into oblivion, gliding back
towards the cavernous abyss that will lead me down and drive me deep into the
ice cold heart of lunacy.
As a brutal hand touches me I plunge, screaming in shock as coldness envelopes
me and I find myself floundering in a vat of icy water. Madness is now stalking
me, attempting to latch onto me and as I feel the faintest brush I find myself
drawn towards it, drawn towards sweet derangement.
I nearly tumble over the edge but something stops me, holds me back. It's then
that I begin to fight violently against its hold pushing and kicking in a sea
of frigid water. I push and kick, treading and flailing, gasping as I try to
catch my breath and nearly panicking as the coldness wraps around me swiftly
stealing it away. I grab for something to hold onto but my hand only closes
around empty air that passes through my fingers like running water. I'm ready
to surrender, nearly do, but determination has returned urging me to continue
to kick and tread. As I do the coldness consumes me zapping what little is left
of my strength, my energy and my endurance. My limbs begin to stiffen and I
open my mouth to scream but frozen water is all that enters in drowning out all
sound and stealing my last breath. As the surface closes over me I find myself
staring into endless blackness and feel true fear latch onto me. I begin to
sink, dropping deeper and deeper into the infinite depths but try once more to
reach the surface. I forcefully kick my legs attempting to propel myself
upwards and as my head finally breaks through the surface air quickly fills my
lungs urging me to continue the fight.
Once again I find myself desperately treading knowing that if I fail I will
again sink beneath the surface, plunging into endless nothingness...
And the waltz that I began so long ago will come swiftly to an end.
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