Cry of Silence

The silence, the silence rang loud in his ears, more than it ever had before, he saw nothing, he felt barely much of anything, it was all so strange, he felt as if the whole world disappeared around him, the floor sinking below the depths of this void he was now suddenly surrounded by.

"Am I.. dead..?"

Ghastly pondered in his mind, he feared he had gone blind from how dark it was, any attempt to look around was futile, it all appeared the same, darkness, pure and utter darkness, there was nothing else. His horn felt numb again, and slightly warm from the prior use, he couldn't will himself to use it again, no matter how many attempts he had made, was he dreaming? Everything felt hazy, his couldn't feel his body, it was as if it wasn't even there, perhaps it too was lost in the void, that seemed to stretch out for infinity.

He still felt eyes on him, they lingered and burned into the back of his head, but whenever he attempted to find the source, it was in vain yet again. He felt the hatred in the stare, whoever was watching him absolutely hated him more than anything else, it terrified him to come to that conclusion, even within an infinate darkness he couldn't escape it, the eyes, the thing that hated him more than anything in existence, the tapping, the judemental entity that wouldn't leave him alone.

He knew of this entity well, ever since he was a foal, he knew of it's lingering presence, even when nopony else did. He was never able to catch a glimpse, but he always felt it's presence, it was comforting.. Merely for a while, before he became aware of the creature's contempt towards him. He felt it's presence now, as he always has, but this time it felt closer than it's ever been to him, only now, that everything else was gone, that all distractions ceased to exist, was it that the entity's presence became too much to simply ignore. He had been running from it all his life without even realizing, ignoring it's presence in hopes it would leave, explaining away strange things that would occur when he was alone, but it seems as though his blatant ignorance only made the creature's hatred for him grow.

And now here he was, trapped in what felt like a purgatory, trapped within silence as he always was, within darkness, and now trapped with it.

Warm tears stung his eyes and trickled down his cheeks, he wanted the pain to end, he desperately needed a distraction, he felt the eyes burning from all directions, it felt like the creature was everywhere, or that it was the space itself.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to yell, to curse at whatever it was that stared at him with such hatred, to ask why, but as he opened his mouth, the only thing that came out was more silence, a croak buried in his throat dispersed into nothingness. He began to grip at his chest, feeling it tighten with his panic, he desperately wanted to feel something, anything at all. He dug his hooves into his foreleg, ripping at the flesh in an attempt to pull it off, he felt the staring, but it was no longer around him, it felt as though it was inside him now. He feverishly pulled and clawed at his skin, he needed to get it out, he needed the feeling to stop.

Rip.

He bit down on his flesh, only feeling slight pressure in the midst of numbness, he peeled a layer of his flesh off, his canines made easy work of his foreleg as they punctured into his skin, he felt a warm trickle of thick crimson liquid encase his hooves, sputtering out with a quick intensity, but he still couldn't feel anything, he wanted to go further, to pull deeper at his skin until he was able to feel something, to feel anything at all would suffice. He ripped and bit at his flesh with more ferosity than before, working away at his leg, he could feel his mouth pool with blood, his jaw tightened once again around the remaining chunks of flesh on his foreleg, as he created distance between his head and his leg, his skin ripping straight off with a sickeningly satisfying tug. He went to bite down again, but felt the bare bone just beneath a very thin remaining layer of flesh, and yet despite his efforts, he still felt nothing of what he longed to feel again.

The staring intensified, he felt as though the entity was closer than before, which only made him more desperate, he wanted to wake from whatever nightmare this was, he had grown used to nightmares, used to the neglect from Luna, and the lack of protection within his dreams by her, but never had he felt so alone, so vulnerable, and so watched all at once.

Suddenly, he had a thought, a thought forgien to him, it wasn't his own, it was as if somepony invaded his mind and spoke from within him, he couldn't fully understand what was said or meant, it felt vague and distant, like a different language of sorts he could only barely recognize compared to his own, he could only sense the contempt within what the thought had produced, and the ill intent with the meaning, despite how cryptic and obscure it was.

" Hello..? " He inquired in his head, but those words did not leave his mouth, or rather, he could not hear his own voice break through the silence he constantly drowned in, although he sensed whatever entity invaded his mind could hear his response regardless. The silence continued, as so the darkness, no other response followed...

From the corner of his vision, he saw a glimpse of something, he didn't exactly know what it was, but it was a form of sorts... A figure, something somehow darker than the world around it that permeated the blank void, it seemed pony-like from what he could see, it was vague and blurry, as if it were a picture taken from an old polaroid with a dusty lense, it did not move from it's position for quite some time...

However, he could sense it's hatred ever growing toward him, as his mind began to blur, and fade into the nothingness...