1000 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴: 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

"To love is to recognize yourself in another."

My fingertips touch the skin around my eyes, instead replaced by fabric.

"Who-who are you?"

No response echoed throughout the area.

"Where am I?"

No response.

I stood up, but a force pushed me down. The figures hands curled around my shoulder blades. I tensed up at their touch.

I could still recognize I was in the same room. I had this ability; this feeling whenever something was similar. Honestly, I'm not even sure of all the abilities I was capable of. All I remember are the days of sitting and staring in my room, isolated from the world. The scratch marks on the wall, the headaches, the wondering. I was often kept blindfolded, so my full capability would not be reached.

That world; the world of darkness, and black.

I was welcomed back into that world.

"He-hey! Watch it. Look, I'm trying to help you, alright?" A voice behind me whispered.

I stopped flaring my arms, my fingers arched, as if I was about to scratch someone, just like a cat.

I loved cats. The way their fur felt on my skin.

"I wanna help you. I wanna help you escape this prison. I've been in a similar situation. The lady, the one who likes gold? Yeah, she told me you were here."

The who? The one who likes gold?

My eyebrows suddenly dropped, realizing what his words meant.

Złota.

Her palace.

It all came back.

Złota used to take care of me whenever I was beaten and abused. I can remember it clearly. Her sandy skin, would caress my knuckles. Her ethereal treasure eyes would gaze into mine, her golden hair chains falling near her brows.

"You shouldn't let them use you like that. You're magic. You're literally extraordinary. It's like a blessing, from God." She told me.

And we would dance, and laugh in her palace. It had gold galore. There were beautiful pearls, crowns, cups, anything you could ever think of .

Złota would dance in front of me. She would show me the flames that danced around her as she moved, how the fire followed her movements. Her dress would go up, in a million flames, but she knows what she's doing. With a single blow, she takes out the powerful collection of heat.

One day, she went with a man. I watched as he plucked out her gold from her body. He used her for that. I can still recall it. Her blood on my face. My expression. Horror.

That's the only thing I could call it.

I thought,

She was dead?

I saw her, her entire glory was ruined by a man. When she looked into my eyes, all I could sense was love. How could she love me? Aren't we supposed to love men?

Platonic love? I like that kind. A bond of love, where you don't have to be physical.

I could feel the males hands removed from my body. I scraped around my face, and eventually pulled off my blindfold. I stared into his eyes. I couldn't explain that look. I just stared.

His damp black hair fell over his face. He looked as if it were drying, after he fell in lake, or some scenario alike.

He had these deep blue eyes that were almost a dark black to go with his hair. Under his right eye, he had a scar that looked like it'd been there awhile. It wasn't healing red, it was more of a dark red.

"I'm Ira. Now, will you let me help you or not?" He quickly stammered.

He wanted, to help me? This handsome boy, who came out of nowhere, wanting to help me escape? Was he just another man who wanted power?

But, no one ever wanted to help me like this before?

I stared into his hand. Now or never.

I took it, intertwining my bruised fingers with his.

A new power suddenly awoke in me in that moment. It felt amazing. It felt like I was about to take my life back.

He hoisted me up onto his back. I grabbed onto his shirt tightly.

I watched as he burst out of a window, glass shattering all around us.

My hair was blowing in my face.

I was excited.

It was like I was capable of everything. All at once.

Me.

Taking my life back.

Love.

That's what I felt.