This day has been pretty hectic and far more important than I could've imagined. It is just connecting to so many different possibilities with multiple references to the dreaded past hinting at the unwanted future I never asked for.

All you can hear is the roaring of the beast, the thunder clapping, the lightning charging, the wind breezing by and your heavy breathing with your darting footsteps crunching against the autumn leaves and grass as you reach your destination. I sweat as I look upon Malachite.

She looks down down at me with the disgusted curl of her turquoise lips. She chuckles at my presence even though she does remember our previous battle and the humiliating defeat that came along with it. Her sharp, jagged teeth enter that curl, forcing me to cringe.

I close my eyes, smiling. "Well, Malachite, it has been some time hasn't it?" The fusion of Lapis and Jasper narrows all four of her eyes. "Yes, it has been." She grits her teeth as she cracks her knuckles. "Ready for a rematch, punk?!" She jabs the palm of her other hand to intimidate me.

I nod and without another word, I draw out my whip. It cracks as Malachite raises her own weapons, unseen and unclear. I charge up the whip with electricity and I lash out at the beast. "Pfft!" She smacks the whip away and I fly into the air, holding onto it.

Malachite grins at the early comeback before she keeps her streak going. She jabs at my side with an invisible fist of water. I groan as I fly off in another direction. She snickers at the start of my downfall. "It's like playing with a volleyball!"

If this wasn't me at the moment, I would've chuckled at the irony of how bad this is. Malachite volleys me in the air again...and again...and again, playing with herself. She laughs as she launches me upward for what appears to be the twentieth time.

I cough in mid-air, beaten, tired and weak from the consecutive amount of hits. Never have I ever received such a beating in my entire existence. With the combining force of Lapis and Jasper, I have been thrown into such a walloping. Each hit drives me away from returning back home.

That empty feeling of guilt. The draining of resilience. The belief of feeling small and weak...which I am. It all rushes back. Everything turns into mixes of colorful blurs before my very eyes. How could I have been so stupid to make the first offense?

Goals that I thought were feasible become unattainable. Positivity sprouts negativity. Strength transforms into weakness. Love mixes with the drug of pain and suffering. This has become my ultimate undoing. My end has finally arrived.

The end that I have yearned for many, many years. I wanted to die since the second I realized why I am what I am. I can see all of those disturbing memories that only I alone can have. I can see myself in the temple cutting my arm with a kitchen knife.

I can see myself screaming as I attempt to cut off my circulation of energy in my arms and legs as I pull on the whips. The bathroom. The time of just taking baths. One time, I turned the dial all the way to the left. That night, the temple was filled with steam.

The door was locked and I could still remember the yelling and banging on the door. I entered the tub and I slipped below the surface. The heat scalded my body. I lay on the bottom surface, staring up. I tasted the water as I cough out bubbles.

A human in this instance would've died at this very moment. But since I'm a Gem, I could only suffer, wishing that I wasn't. I just wanted to feel that release. That sense of just letting go of everything. Eventually, the door is busted down and footsteps rushed in.

And then I saw her. The bright cyan eyes stare down into me from above. I felt her fingers wrap around my body and she pulls me out. I pressed a hand against my forehead as I heard several words uttered from her mouth. I try to go back under, but she fought against it by keeping me up there.

I brake her jaw and she grits her teeth. She grabs my arm and she smacks me. We kept exchanging our arguments in our physical language until another entity enters the room. "What's going on in here?!" We gasp as we look over at the one we saw as love staring upon what has been made to last.