Mother Darkness

                                    

                                          
Drip.....
                          
Drip.....
                          
Drip.....
                          
There it is again, just like the dripping I heard when I found Mrs. Yuki with her throat slit open. But as of right now, it isn't terrifying, it's more annoying than anything. Here I am, laying in a pool of my own blood trying to die in peace, but that dripping noise is continually getting louder and louder as I lay here.
                          
"Haleigh. Get up my darling." I hear a soft voice call up to me. Immediately, my eyes snap open and I look around. It's still black all around my vision, but white light is lighting up the edges for some odd reason. I stand up and look down to see a lot of water everywhere. The ripples grow large around me as I begin to walk around aimlessly. Well, that explains where the dripping is coming from.
                          
"Hello? Is this judgement? Am I dead? IS THIS HELL, OH GOD AM I IN HELL BECAUSE I COULDN'T SAVE MY FAMILY?!? IM SO SORRY, BUT I'M NOT A NINJA AND I- I REALLY CAN'T- I DON'T-!" I yell as I fall to my knees in pure panic.
                          
"Calm down child. This is not judgement, this is not hell, and it is not your fault that your care givers are dead. And no, you aren't dead either." The voice calling out to me begins to sound familiar, and it bothers me that I can't place it. As I get my breathing under control, I wrack my brain in order to try to remember whose voice is calling out to me. My face scrunched up, and a second later, realization hits me.
                          
"Mother?" I call taking in a deep breath. It feels too good too be true, she's dead. It can't be her. Plus this voice is distorted.
                          
"So you know who I am. I'm glad that you figured it out." The voice calls. I put my hands on my knees and attempt to stand. Once I'd finally gained my composure, I fully pull myself up into a standing position. I look around once more, but see nothing but water, no one and nothing in sight.
                          
"So if this isn't hell, and I'm not dead, this can't be purgatory or heaven, or the spirit world, so where in the heck am I at?" I ask in a random direction because I don't really know where she is, so I don't really know where to talk.
                          
"You are in your mind. In an unconscious state, you will always come here, or if you are close to death, you will come here darling, similar to a Jinchuriki, but you don't have a tailed beast. You have something much greater." She calls. It sounds like she's all around me, and it makes me feel calm. Curiosity fills my young mind once more, nothing is making sense.
                          
"Speaking of death, how am I not dead? That evil man plunged his sword straight through my chest, I fell to the floor. I lost A LOT of blood." I say, looking around once more for any sign of mother, but yet again, I found nothing.
                          
"You aren't dead because I saved you from dying, and you won't die because your body is now fully replenished of everything that was taken from it, blood included." She explains. My eyes widened in wonder as I stared at the nothingness.
                          
"How'd you do that? Aren't you... Uh, d-dead?" I asked as I feel a pang of guilt plunge into me. Mother, father, brother, and sister are all dead now. It is only me, and it's only my fault.
                          
"Dead? Child I was never really alive." She says. My face scrunched up in confusion once more. From what I'd seen of her, all of the times she'd come out to play with us when we were little, when she'd sing us to sleep, or would cook for us, or cleaning the house, or that one time she cut her finger when chopping the vegetables, she was alive. She'd bled for Kami's sake.
                          
"What do you mean you never were alive? Are you using figurative language or something because I'm not-" I begin, but she quickly stops me.
                          
"Hush child. I do believe you are mistaking me for someone else. Lay back down on the water. It's time for you to come back to your senses. But when you get up, do not look at the bodies of your loved ones. I don't want you to hurt any more than you have to. I love you, my darling child." She says to me. It had just hit me that my body was laying in a room full of dead bodies. My dead loved ones. It feels like my heart has been broken into dust, and then someone set the dust on fire, then put the fire out with acid, then electrocuted the burned, acid covered dust.
                          
I did as mother said and resumed my position on the floor. What confused me, however, was when she said to not look at the bodies of my loved ones. Shouldn't she have said our loved ones? And her body was there too. So what did she mean by just my loved ones?
                          
"Close your eyes and think of the place you fell. Since this is your first time, try to think of specific details, smells, objects around the room." She says. I closed my eyes and the first thing that came to mind was pain. The pain of losing all of my family, the pain of seeing them tortured, and the pain of that blade going through my chest. I remember the smell of nothing but iron, from all of the blood that littered the floors, skin, and clothes. 
                          
"I'm sorry you have to feel this way. I love you Haleigh. Be safe." I hear her voice fade as a soft blue light caresses my face sand the ice cold sensation leaves me. The blue light turns into a dim yellow light as I open my eyes. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, meaning it was now daytime outside. I felt a slight weight on my back. I stood up and heard the object clatter to the floor. It was the sword the evil man had impaled me with. 
                          
Rage filled me once more as an idea sprung to mind. I slowly bent down to test my joints and picked the sword up from the bloodstained floor. I looked at it and smirked evilly. I felt like a new person, like the child I was before is gone. I didn't even feel like a child anymore. The sword was stained with blood, my blood. I grit my teeth as I remembered the pain once more.
                          
Remembering that there was just a gaping hole in my chest a few hours ago, I clutch at my chest to see if I feel any pain, but there was nothing, not even a scar. I looked at the sword once more and closed my eyes. I'm gonna keep this sword, and kill that man with it. I'm going to kill him with his own blade, the blade he used to kill me and my family. I then remember what he told me.
                          
"If anyone comes here before you die, and you even think about telling them what I look like, I'll torture your soul for all eternity. Speak a word and I swear I will." I think for a moment and I still don't doubt those words. I guess I won't ever speak to anyone ever again. I have to obey because I'm not strong enough to kill him if he comes for me yet.
                          
When I opened my eyes again, my stomach did flips. The sword had transformed into something completely different. It was now clean, chic, and deadly looking. The handle was now blue, black, and silver and had the name Dāku in cursive in silver and some odd symbol protruding from it.
                          
'I'll have to look into finding out what it is once I get where I'm going.' I thought to myself as I glance one last time at the bodies of my parents and sibling. I clench the sword that was now mine in my hand tighter and began bounding toward the forest, traveling Kami knows where.