The pain and confusion hung in the air- suspended of its own weight. Everything froze without a noticeable glitch. Time paused willingly and yielded to the moment. A shimmering space split open in the room of blood ties and lies. A portal opened up.
And she came through.
She shone with an intense, blue flame. Her energy swirled steadily and menacingly. One got the impression of great power under control. Her indigo wings were edged and accented with the deepest blacks. Hues that contained rainbows and hidden secrets.
She moved like swift water to the crying girl and wrapped her arms and wings around her. Her clear strong voice cut through the darkness like knives of light.
“This ends here.”
The dimension shook and shattered with a single movement.
The fabric of time woke and felt itself shift as its very fibers evolved and became what they had always meant to be.
With the girl safe and already beginning to heal in her presence, she turned her attention to the snake. The weak one. The one who causes pain and gives no love. The liar.
And with her eyes flashing and her soul caliber diamond hard- she spoke.
“You have broken that which you were entrusted with. At every turn you have shown yourself to be weak. Manipulative. Full of secret violence, lechery, and slander. You kill everything you touch. This is no passing, casual judgment. This is a consequence of a staggering amount of repetitive behavior. Your choices. I have my memories as evidence and I call the Earth and the Stars to witness and I call upon the truth in me as testament.”
He knew she was right but he tried to lie again anyways.
The dark words never left his mouth for her blade had already sung its song.
Sing for Her.
Sing The Truth so that everyone may know.
A flash of brilliant blue arced through the air and the evil in him was slain. She was already sheathing her clean blade as he hit the ground.
“You have been the cancer. You have been the poison in the water. If the evil in you must die for her to live- then so be it.”
And he fell. Not dead to everything he had ever been, but dead to his evil.
Dead to his lies.
No more abuse.
No more of this old, insidious poison.
With her eyes streaming clear tears, she set the place on fire with pure prana. The house of memories was engulfed in ultraviolet flames.
She ground salt into the dirty carpet and watched as fields of sage and palo santo burned for her freedom.
She turned to the now calm girl with unconditional love in her every line. Taking her into her arms again, she kissed her on the cheek and told her a little joke to make her smile.
And she said,
“You’re safe now.”
“I will protect you.”
“I will always protect you.”
Serenity lives in San Francisco and is an artist. She is returning to school in the fall to finish her fashion design degree. She’s reaching out to others and creating a network of friends and allies, and has redefined her own standards of love and is sticking to them. She is learning that loving herself is the most important thing she can do right now and that her experiences have made her strong.
This story is about her father. Her mother, older sister, and Serenity were physically beaten and emotionally abused for as long as she can remember. Her mother and sister were also abusive to her and she always felt disempowered and sabotaged by her own family.Since writing it, she feels like she’s found the black room in her soul and flipped a switch. She feels like she fought her own secret personal boss level and won.