Ruby: A Sequel to Gabby

I wrote a post called Gabby some time ago, intending it to be a birthday present for a friend. Click on the link to read Gabby. 

This post is a sister post called Ruby. Prepare yourself. This is everything that Gabby is not. 

Happy reading, my wonderful readers!

The Bilge Master

It is night in the skylight room, lit by a small candle. A girl sits at a desk writing like mad. The candle has ridges in it which help keep track of the time. The girl swears as the inkpot starts to wobble and catches it before it soils her work. The ink is black, the quill brown, the paper cream wove and the sky above her indigo and covered with clouds.

The girl is writing a letter to herself, or to be more succinct to the part of her that is dark. This inner darkness is both friend and foe. Without it, she is unable to distinguish anguish from glee and with it she feels morose and her breath becomes labored. 

This is a nightly affair in the girl's life. Her diary is called Ruby and Ruby is a psychiatric testament. Ruby listens to her screams. Ruby gives her the strength to get up in the morning. Ruby waits for her to come back each night and Ruby opens up and allows her to etch the scars of the day in her. 

Sometimes she feels that Ruby is the thing keeping her alive, not the drugs or the therapy. The someone in Ruby. The Someone. We all have our special Someone right? Our Significant Other? Meet Ruby, she smirks. 

Quirky. Goofy. Underachiever. The tags her other significant others put on her. Ultimately, they all left. Only Ruby stayed. And so, into Ruby she confided. She was glad Ruby could not speak or demand illicit things in return for her services.

But this day, Ruby cannot save her. She writes that it is time to give in to her inner darkness. On the last page of Ruby's leather bound body she writes one line

"I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains"

The story has reached it's convenient and somewhat delayed conclusion. Now there must be one last thing, and then I promise, you can go my dear patient Reader.

Having thus written these lines, the girl gets up. She closes her eyes and blows out the candle. There is no girl anymore. 

There is only darkness. And there is only Ruby.