Living in Sin

"Evelyn? Sweetheart?"

Little Eve sat against her bedroom door, barricading it closed with her tiny body. She clenched a giant stuffed bear closer to her person as dark spots adorned the fur in a sign of torturous tears. The room was in ruins as a result of her tantrum, shattered glass of what once was a vase glittered upon the floor like fallen stars. Toys were unstuffed or broken, even the floral wallpaper was torn to shreds in places within her reach. And here she sat in utter defeat, cursing both herself and her mother as she approached the other side of Evelyn's door.

"Darling, what was all the ruckus about?" The door handle jiggled furiously and Evelyn responded by pressing herself harder against the barrier of wood. "Open the door, please."
Tear almost reformed around her amber eyes at the audacity of her mother's words. Why hadn't she told her? Why did she have to curse her to such a horrid life where she was the social reject among her friends? Friends... there weren't a lot of those around anymore.

"Evelyn?"

"Go away!" choked little Evelyn, burying her face into the dampened fur of the bear. The strangled gasps she attempted to hide did not go unnoticed and it was enough for her mother to become immediately concerned. The handle vibrated once more with more force and determination than before and Evelyn panicked as she wondered if the door would fall apart with the power of it. Across the room on the opposite wall stood a tall window slightly ajar, but enough to allow a small bat to fly through. It was her mother's, Evelyn knew, and as the confusion nearly boiled over, anger consumed her as she swatted at the bat to leave. It flew just out of her reach, making her dance in circles in her attempts to catch it. It was enough to drive Evelyn over the edge.

"I said go AWAY!" The outburst sent a ray of darkness from her fingertips aimed at the bat. It evaded each attack with minimal effort, but nonetheless departed from the room back out the window. No! The pain of her confusion, of wanting it to leave but also paying for its uninvited entrance, sent the entire room into chaos. The darkness overwhelmed her, reducing her to nothing more than a writhing form upon the floor, as wild energy incinerated the closet, detonated the lights, and sent an array of items soaring across the room. She refrained from screaming as she tried reeling in the monstrous power, but the pressure concaving within her head and body shrilled in protest and she betrayed small moans of pain and discomfort. It was endless torture, as if mocking her lack of control over herself, her emotions jumbled until she knew not why she was so hysterical anymore. All she remembered was a deep hatred: and every strain, every move of her limbs reminded her of that loathing. How she came to be... and what she meant to the world because of it.

The drops of salt water streamed down her face once more, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. No! I have to take control! And no matter how much the voice of reason screamed at her to take actions, her emotions jeered at her and effortlessly maneuvered her actions. It was no use. The unrestrained power threw her and the room into a whirlwind of endless destruction as she gave up her attempts to reclaim it. She knew she'd burn out eventually and be bedridden for days and though it was the easy way out and went against all her training, she saw no reason to try anymore. All she had to look forward to was the promise of sweet unconsciousness...

"Come here, my darling." Soft, gentle hands cautiously encased Evelyn within their grasp, pulling her from the cold of the floor to the warmth of her mother's bosom. Still lost within the turmoil of her feelings, Evelyn welcomed the compassionate comfort being sent through her body with Wyoka's tender touch. The light dampened her chaotic power, the darkness settling to a quiet purr before it finally coming to a still. She sighed as the pain subsided and her eyes met her mother's as she lovingly stroked Evelyn's cheek. She spoke, her voice deeply saturated in earnest caring: "I'm sorry you have to go through with this... But no matter what, where you came from or how you came to be... I will always love you with all of my heart."



This would not be the last time Evelyn's tantrums and fits of rage consumed her and sent her spiraling into trials of self control. It became easier each time to reign in the darkness and each time those words of unconditional love spoken by her mother resounded within her head, encouraging her onward. If she was forced to live in sin, to a life of solitude and rejection... Evelyn would do anything to keep her one and only light burning without end.