Beginning at the End

'There cannot be only light, for to stop the darkness there must be darkness. You just need to learn to control it.'

Death was all I could see. Bodies littered the ground surrounding me, staining the ground red with their blood. Blood dripped from the few, dry, autumn leaves that remained on their branches and hearts, that had been ripped from their corpses, scattered the clearing. As the moonlight caught the pools of blood, they illuminated with a silver gleam. If it wasn’t for the fact that the sight was a product of death, I would have called it romantic.
All the bodies around me were lying there, limp and lifeless, because of one person. One pure evil person. Everyone was dead. Everyone I loved and everyone I hated was dead. And they were all dead because of one murderous soul. The death made me forget who I was. For a moment, I gave in. For a moment, I let the flood gate drop and the darkness invaded my mind blinding me from the light.
After that, it felt as though I was a passenger in my own body and everything was in slow motion. Even worst I couldn’t control what I was doing. I was powerless to stop the unforgivable act I was committing. It wasn’t until I could hear the blade scraping on his bone that I felt as though I was in control again. That I could stop it. But I didn’t want to stop it. Plunging the knife deeper into his chest, I felt all my anguish leave me. Every ounce of anger and hatred that I had felt for him was lifted off my shoulders. Every piece of guilt, guilt that shouldn’t have been mine in the first place, that I had for his wrong doings left me. I watched as his eyes lost all their colour, all their meaning. Tearing the knife from his body, the rush of adrenaline began to leave me. My heart plunged deep into my stomach, I had an instant feeling of regret, of guilt. But for once that guilt was rightly placed. I dropped to my knees tears streaming down my face. Staring at the face of the man I had just stabbed, I watched the life leave his eyes. The life I had taken from him.
“There cannot be just light, for to stop the darkness there must be an equal amount of darkness,” Those words, that had been drilled into me like they were the rules of the universe, rang in my head. I finally understood what they meant, I used my own darkness to stop the darkness. I had done it for the light. I had delved into the darkness in the name of light. That didn’t make it any easier.
Clutching the knife tightly in my hands for a moment, I felt an overwhelming wave of grief pour over me. This was what they had been training me for, they had been training me to kill him. Throwing the knife aside, I shuffled closer to his body taking his hand in mine. A man who had loved me more than any other could, a man who I had just killed in cold blood. A man who was a father, a son and a brother. A man, like any other, who had done nothing but give into the basic desires of life. The desires of power and love. Tears began streaming down my face even quicker than they had originally, it was as though they were the silent screams that my voice couldn’t deal with. I had killed him, there was no-one else to blame but me.
“Rebekah,” a voice whispered as a hand made its way to my shoulder. The action, however small, filled me with relief, someone was still willing to be near me. Turning back to look at him I felt myself calm slightly, he had gone through everything with me. He had been stood there, beside me, helpless, when my entire family had been killed in the most brutal fashion. He had held me as I cried because the nightmares meant I relived it over and over again. He was the reason I had come out on top. “He was going to kill everyone here if you didn’t do that. It’s not your fault.” At that I snapped, I couldn’t blame anyone else when it was my emotions that had taken hold of me. When it was me that had done the unforgivable deed. When it was me who had stolen his life.
“I killed him Rye!” I yelled finally saying aloud what I had been screaming in my head. After letting that out I collapsed, my tear ducts open like the clouds after a drought. As he pulled me into my arms, I buried my head on his shoulder my tears staining his shirt. “How? I have never been this person. Why now?”
Hi, this is a bit of a prologue to one of my stories (It is in beginning of the story but happens at the end). I know kind of where it is going but at the same time I don’t (I know the beginning, the end and a few key events but that is about it) so it may be a while in between updates. I would love to hear what you think of the start it took a few attempts and a few tears to get it to sound right but I think I got it to where I want it. Thanks for reading, you are all amazing. Aria Xx