A cold, but fiery sensation ran throughout her whole body. She felt so dead in the life, she has lived. Drowning internally as well as externally, technically she had died numerous times prior. Killing off each dead end flawed trait, that had haunted her ever existence. In each life she had, had a different color hair defining her emotions at that time. From obscene colors like green to colors as simple as black, each color describing her sanity.
By, this time of resurrection her hair was chestnut brown with caramel like highlights. It was although she’d taken on the name Chestnut, she looked the same but her feelings were powered by the strength of her past. With or without knowing her strength, she had, had a burning discovery that shot through her heart like fireworks at the 4th of July that would shoot out into the sky. Even though she died many times most of her darkest of days clouded her mind. Causing her to remember her misfortunes coming to terms with that her growing stages. Throughout life were mislead by the wrong leaders and misguided by the wrong guiders.
Some time after her resurrection Chesnut had come to terms with her fully acknowledging her flaws and showing self love throughout the misfortunes she’d encountered over the years. It didn’t matter her struggles, she wouldn’t and couldn’t let it consume or define her. Even though these discoveries, Chesnut still felt that her struggles had grew more vibrant as the days became colder and nights became darker. Somehow in this current life she felt the weakest she’d been in years. But still showed no signs of expressive expressions in her face, no smiles just blank stares. Allowing herself to stumble upon a door that no matter what, this door should always stay bolted and keyless. Of course, this staggered female found the keys to the bolted door. With the wonderance of how one particular being has been, Chestnut then without realizations unlocks this horrific and dark soul that attaches themselves to this new reality.
A deviant, disruptive, and toxic soul had entered her world in seconds. Without realization this particular soul had an extremely familiar face, that she welcomed him in her world. Not knowing that all she had worked for is about to be out of sorts for awhile. Chestnut, continued to bring the unholy soul to her sacred of places, home. When he the unholy one enters a home, they say nothing but chaos will consume the one’s present during this engaging entrance of the one who unlocks thy door. Causing all individuals to come under a spell of negativity and deviant behaviors that this Unholy Soul has created them to be. For him the Unholy to tear and break through all that Chesnut had built including relations with her beloved friends whom almost felt like family. The Unholy Soul shows her fellow family a different storyline than she’d been telling. Speaking of false truths and or situations she had overcome in the past. Slowly but surely all who originally showed an outstanding amount of unconditional love. Started to become full of dark hateful remarks and or attitudes towards her. Chestnut had tried conversating, yelling, and fighting but nothing was budging. Everyone around her consumed by the powerful Unholy Soul. Feeling disassociated with reality, showing lacks of daily duties sooner before later. So she started having the courage to firmly put her foot down to out rule the Unholy Soul but then just the opposite happens. Her building blocks were falling down around her everywhere she turned. All she built and invested time into was destroyed even by her biggest supporters.
Eventually it gets so bad that the Unholy Soul starts allowing himself to create division with and anything that had to do with her. By this time he had sucked her external beauty from her and he was lavished. With his stolen beauty, as she fell apart, he grew stronger. A leech like attempt on repeated occasions until she broke. She broke so hard, Chesnut questioned her entire existence. From everything from her younger teens to a growing adult. Then she became numb to everything. She had, had enough it was time she put at stop to this chaotic madness and returned the Unholy Soul back to his door and finally destroy the key for once and for all.
In her findings that this task was an uneasy one, once a damaged soul was released in this naïve world. Where the consumption of others sanity becomes the meal for the Unholy one. Chesnut begins to stragidizes ways to fool him and sneakily trap him. She had come to a realization that her army in which she built had been destroyed. Her only hope was to trap him on her own. Weeks after solitary based solutions, these solutions troubled her for days. But before Chesnut realized, a month had passed before her eyes. As if she’d been in a futuristic reality with all she has grown to known had forgotten she even existed.
At, arms length she kept the current situation and denied his presents completely. She placed a barrier like blockage on his Unholy Soul from contacting her. Chesnut had left her belongings and the individuals that entertained the Unholy Soul behind. After the blockage was placed a satanic being rose into the Unholy Soul, making him untouchable to trap. He had disguised his behaviors through her denied behavior, while he thought she had given up. A large ray of sunlight, lit up her entire soul leaving her very much powerful. Distracted from the connected three, she returned and took what was rightfully here’s from the beginning.
Just then when her power started sparking, a loud distraction pushed their way through her barrier block she had placed. Words of the familiar faces pair dodges fire towards her. Chesnut remains calm, calm as her soul will allow; screaming and yelling of obscene choice of words. The familiar pairs eyes were as black as night, fire fighting fire. The familared faced pair deceiving her as stranger since the Unholy Soul has consumed their ears with a language. In which was having them forget the love and compassion they once had for her. The Unholy Soul has done his duties as far as accomplishing brainwashing them with irrelevant words, that have been tarnished by his deviant speeches.
Finally, coming to terms with the relation within the pair, that they grew tired of any existence of her. Though, they felt as though she’d been lying this whole time but were acknowledging what his Unholy Soul was preaching. Causing the familiared pair to become unknown to the real hard truths that were about to resurface. After the fighting stops the truth about the Unholy Soul was out and in the open for all eyes to see. Gazing into the hopes that things will fall back into place, but at first she must trap him. So decided that trapping him wouldn’t be insignificant enough, so she went back to where the Unholy Soul’s door was. Chesnut then reaches into her purse and takes out a box of matches, alongside a bottle of clear liquor. From there she had thrown the clear liquor all over the Unholy Soul’s door and saturated it. Firmly taking a couple steps back and starts to breathe slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth exhaling all she had been holding in. Chesnut then opens the matchbox and proceeded to take one single match out. She then rubs it on the harder part of the matchbox and lights the match . Chesnut proceeds to throw the lit match onto the saturated liquored door and whispers “Be gone”. Not too long after, the door burned straight to the ground and turned into a grayish, white ash. It had been confirmed by sight that the Unholy Soul’s home had been destroyed. This disintegrated his whole existence and he perished into thin air, her long nightmare has come to a vicious stop.
Although, the Unholy Soul has disintegrated into ash, the familiar faced pair still wanted nothing to do with her. By, the placement of the blocking barrier that the pair had, had up. Leaving no room for communicative action to be initiated. Pain has slowly subsided, but the confusion between the pair and her remained the same. Without communicated responses to initial problems the situation at hand will stay living in limbo. Unestablished fake truths, with the most poisonous reality. Chesnut finds herself at ease with taking accountability to acknowledge all that went wrong and learn from their excursions. She learned one can never be too careful, and she also learned that even a familiar face can have dark vendettas against another. While using other parties as bait for their deviance behaviors. Soon noted that even entities for 10 plus years of thinking one knows another. But in reality these parties can easily mask themselves just as strangers would, just to make one be made out to look like a fool.

BY : Kelsie Lynn♡