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Even the Lost Eventually Find Their Way Home

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    "I'm sorry!" I snapped, "I'm sorry I've messed everything up! I know I'm not as good as you want me to be; I'm an awful friend and just I'm sorry!"

    I hung up the phone abruptly and threw it at my bedroom wall. I heard a sickening crack as it struck the surface, but I didn't care. She wasn't going to call back anyways.

    No one ever did.

    I pressed my hands up against my ears; the voices were talking to me again. Yelling. Screaming. I couldn't stand it any longer; I was done.

    Rushing out of my room and down the stairs, I wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes. They'd already started to slide down my cheeks. I hated it.

    'I shouldn't be crying...I don't have a good enough reason to.'

    I needed to calm down, I needed to stop, I needed to sit down and just breathe.

    But I couldn't.

    I threw the back door open and ran outside, feeling the tears start up again. God I hated crying, I'd done so much of it recently I thought I would cry myself out. Seems I was out of luck on that, along with hundreds of other things.

    Running past my fence, I forced myself to slow down. What was I doing? Why am I out here?

    My thoughts scared me.

    I needed help. I realized, I was scared. I was scared of myself. I wanted to talk with someone, someone who'd never ignore me.

   So I went to the best place; the forest.

   I knew my friends here could help, they always seemed to be able to. They'd never meant to steer me wrong, right? Surely they'd have some advice on what to do; there was no way I could go to my mother for it. Now, I just had to find them.

   "Bunny? Jack?" I called out, "Nightlight?"

   Nothing.

   I bit my lip. "E-Emily? J-Jackson? L-Lucille?"

    Silence.

    Tears fell from my eyes. "A-Anyone?"

* * * * *
    
    It was dark now. I wasn't sure how long I'd been out here now, wandering around the shadow-covered woods, waiting for someone to come and hear me.

    But no one ever did.

    I had stopped. I was on my knees, my arms wrapped around me when something finally snapped. I became furious.

    "Y-You know what..." I muttered, "I-I don't need them...I d-don't need anyone..."

    I frowned, pushing myself up. I glared around angrily at the trees, as if they were real people.

    "You h-hear that? I d-don't need anyone! No one cares anyway, I can g-get along on my own! J-Just you watch!" I screeched.

    "I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU!"

    Silence.

    My throat hurt. My eyes were undoubtedly red from crying. I was tired...

   Snap.

    I whipped around, looking into the shadows. Someone was there.

    I sniffled, raising an arm to wipe my face. "G-Go away w-whoever you are...I-I want to be alone."

    "But you don't really, Sophie. That's not what you really want."

    I tensed up, taking a step back.

    'That voice...no, it can't be...'

   "But it is, Sophie."

   Two golden eyes flashed in the darkness. A figure formed from the black, taking shape in the form of a tall, thin man. I recognized him instantly.

   "Pitch Black," I spat out, "What do you want?"

   He looked a bit offended. "What I want? My child, I want nothing more than to help you achieve what you want."

   My eyes went wide in surprise. He, he wanted to help me?

   'Surely he doesn't mean...h-he can't know about...'

   We stood silent for a moment, staring at each other awkwardly.

   I sighed, rubbing my arm. "Y-You...you can do that?"

    He nodded. "I can."

    "...You'd do that just because I'd want you to?"

    "Yes, I would."

    "Why?"

    He shrugged. "Many reasons."

    "I'm assuming some of those reasons are to your advantage?"

    "It is a possibility."

    We fell silent again.

    I looked away. Did...did I really want that? 'Pitch could easily do it for me...I'm sure he'd make it painful; long. But, maybe that's what I'd deserve. I am too weak to do it myself...'

   But what about your friends? Your family? the little voice in my head spoke up; suddenly it wasn't as harsh as it had been recently.

   'Heh, what friends. They're all gone...they don't care.'

   Because you pushed them away. They wanted, they still want to help you, but you're not letting them dear.

   'You're lying. They don't want to help...they just feel like they have to. No one ever really wants to help...and no one ever will...'

    "I'm here to help you, child." Pitch's voice rang out in my mind, "I'm here to give you what you want; something I know you've been thinking about for a while now.

    "Your fear keeps growing; I can sense it. You want all of it to go away...I can do that for you. No one will ever know the truth; all blame will go on me. You know that.

    He looked at me. "So, what do you day?"

    He extended his hand out to me. Swirls of dark sand swam around it, mimicking those in his nightmares.

    I bit my lip. I actually hesitated. What if all of this really was wrong? What if it does get better?

    Too late.

    I'd taken his hand and shook it with a nod, as if in a daze.

    "Okay."

    He smiled, but it seemed...sad. It surprised me. I had expected him to me happy; to smirk or grin evilly. Instead, he looked almost disappointed, as if he wished for me to have said "Actually, no, never mind..."

    Pitch was a man of his word though. I found myself being pulled forward by something; I couldn't see what. My vision had gone blurry, dimming out until it was black.

    I felt someone or something take hold of my arms, my legs, my shoulders. I couldn't move. I became scared again, but there was nothing I could do.

    The loud ringing in my ears that I hadn't even realized was there suddenly stopped. Silence and darkness surrounded me. I felt cold, alone, and scared.

    Then, pain.

    Sharp, loud, boiling pain.

    Something had pierced my abdomen, and the pain was excruciating. I gasped, having nothing else to do.

    And then I could see again.

    I looked down out of instinct and grew sick.

    A black, twisting mass of dark sand in the shape of a dagger was lodged in my stomach, and I could see both blood and the darkness seeping out of the wound. It burned throughout my entire body; my skin was turning ashen as the darkness spread. I felt like I was suffocating; I couldn't breathe.

   'I'm dying...,' I thought, 'I'm really dying...'

    Is this really what I had wanted? I wasn't sure anymore. My thoughts became a jumbled mess, each one demanding attention. My head throbbed.

    It was too late to stop it, not that I was sure I wanted to. But, I couldn't believe it.

    I was really dying.

    I fell to my knees again, losing the ability to stand. Everything felt numb...Somehow I was able to turn my head, somehow I was able to find Pitch in the dark chaos around us. He still had the smile of sadness on his face as he stood back, watching.

    I coughed, parting my lips.

    "I-I'm...s-sorry..."

    He was next to me now, knelt down with one hand in front of my forehead and the other in front of his mouth with his index finger raised.

    "Shh, child...It'll be alright."

    I felt a finger run down my forehead and in between my eyes. For a moment, all the pain stopped. I felt nothing, could do nothing but stare into the Nightmare King's sad eyes.

    Then, everything burst into white as I heard his final words to me,

    "You're forgiven."

* * * * *
    It was bright and light, like a summer's day. She felt happy.

    She didn't know exactly where she was; she didn't remember how she'd gotten there either. It was green and pink and blue, spring colors. It had certain...magical quality to it.

    It was alive, happy.

    Sophie smiled. 

    The girl was four again. Her perfect world was in the Warren. And off in the distance, figures stood waiting with open arms, calling her to them.

    She was happy.

    She was home.
To anyone who is suffering from depression or suicidal thoughts, just remember that you are not alone. There are those who will care, who will listen. I am one of them, as I understand what it feels like.

If you're ever in desperate need to talk to someone, you can always call 1-800-273-8255(For US) and my inbox is always open. No one should go through it alone.

~:heart:

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Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood and all related characters (c) William Joyce and DreamWorks Studios
Story (c) *XxPurpleStarGazerxX
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Kneel4Loki13's avatar
Awww.. Feels..! *Sob* 

Touching story! D: And I absolutely love Pitch.. A lot of people look at me weird for it, but I don't know.. Being a good man and a father at that, before he was consumed and turned into who he is now. I think deep down he still has some good in him.. And you puting how saddened it made him! QwQ