The Blood of Lavender in Black.

Aka LAVENDER IN THE BLACK CITY.

It is a collection of stories. The thoughts of a girl, named LAVENDER. Which are left unheard. Her tragic stories, Feelings and everything.

The story started.

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Long ago, in the north, there is a city called Black. As it's name indicating. There isn't even a trace of small hope in people for the sunlight. Just cold and snow where ever we see. It is white but not shining just like who cares for the things those won't shine even though they are valuable?

It feels warm underneath the woolen clothes but the warmthness in hearts of the people is long faded. The caravans to the place were lost just like that place has long forgotten in the map. Nobody came to help even holding a torch though. But soon they became vigilant as like they are surrounded by witches and ghosts. Developed grains and cultivation.

Decades have passed since the electronics came. Soon transportation impregnated the minds of people with desire of hope again. As transportation came, people of different nations began to throw a visit. Soon the people of the land started to go to the other lands insearch of ways to develop their own land. In the process some came home in a single piece and some have forgotten. Yet no God responded.

Time passed. Decades and centuaries passed. Their vigilance turned cold and they became dependent on the electronics. They forgot to fight for light. Poverty developed. The walls of rich and poor were invented. Labour increased. Long lived traditions and values were plagued and forgotten in poverty. Richness is polluted with proud. Self esteem jutted the minds of law enforcing officials. Finally, Land became a concrete jungle. This time the Gods disgusted the people of the land.

It didn't ended but continued as a hereditary disease. Soon after, In a small alley down the railway bridge, there aroused a fireweed. That fireweed is very beautiful. But it is born in a jungle, dense jungle where no hope of light can be seen. Despite of it's propensity to grow in soil filled plain. The parents felt happy. They gave her a name, LAVENDER. In the sense to remember her purity and to feel at ease whenever they see her face.

It didn't took much time for the fireweed to bloom into a girl. Shy and wise. Sportive yet introvert. Warm and kind. Courageous enough to protect herself. Strong enough to sleep in those cold dark nights without any companion. Soon the hope of tranquility in her name and life got shaterred with the death of her parents.

She left alone, all alone in dark. Stood face to face infront of an unknown desire to survive. Didn't even bat an eye behind her to know whether she is alone or not. She fought with the darkness endlessly. Saw a life where there is no one to hold her hand and cares her hair up the cheek. Neither an orphanage nor any relatives or neighbors, took her hand to teach anything. She just stood on the road, centre of the road. Held her hands out. She didn't begged. She just stood and kept staring at the vehicles that has been moving from side to side.

She didn't stopped. She stood bare foot in those cold snow storms alone. She talked out her heart by tearing the mask of introvert. Fought for hunger and thirst. Never wore and slept in a woolen sewed fabric. Her hands became rough. Cuts on her feet. Finally turned into a cold blooded villainess in the sense to survive.

The title, " The untold completely complex feelings of a girl. "

Soon vanished into the thin air. But the fireweed got adapted to survive in that cold dark jungle.

Let's wait, if any ray of light reach to that fireweed to bloom into a kind, warm woman again...

Lavender began to search and move on. In her childhood, One day,...

There came a book. Fell from an exportation van unexpectedly. She never studied nor went to school. She took the book to the railway bridge and hid under there. Opened the book. She felt a strange connection between the book and herself. It was like hearing someone to speak an unknown language. Oneday when she was with her mother, she heard her mother sing the alphabet song of their region. That song also said how those words of hope look and how to sound. She soon recalled that. She closed the book and her eyes. Dreamed the song. Took a charcoal peice which fell from the train. Began to draw her mother's words on the pillar wall under the bridge. She completed it sooner than expected. She took the book. Saw the cover page. Began to read according to the song lines.

She started, " C... O... CO? "

She began to memorise. " CO, CO, CO... "

Stared those words for some time and felt contempt against herself. Went out side. Walked down the street where she used to live once. There she saw a boy, writing those same letters on wall just like her. She went to him. Stood behind him hiding herself in disdain. He spoke out those words. Singing the same song like her mother did. She saw all those words he wrote and heard the song to her hearts content. Rushed back to her small home under the railway bridge. Took glance at her writings on the wall of pillar. Corrected some words. Disatisfaction haunted her back and forth from deep inside her consciousness. She ran again to the boy. Saw everything again. Returned to her place. It happened countless times that she Fainted at the boy's foot out of hunger.

He woked her up in fear. She regained her conscious back. He gave her a bread crump to eat which he saved for himself. She took but hesitated to eat. He waited patiently for her to speak. She asked the boy with a very convincingly humble tone.

" Can you teach me those words, please? "

He stood amused for her nectar like naive sweet voice. He saw her who is looking with deep determination to her words. He replied, " Yes, I will. "

They started meeting. Soon they became very good friends. Then Lavender asked,

" What is your name? "

The boy replied with an awesome naive smile, " I'm Theodore. "

" Theodore? " She asked as if she is Amused.

" Yes...? " The boy felt weird 😕 and waiting for her next words.

" My mom told me, Theodore means GIFT OF GOD. It really feeling like it. "

The boy asked her with shy, " What is your name? "

She replied to him with her utteringly Hesitating tone, " My name is Lavender. "

Those naive words of her filled him with courage. He is also like her, no parents, no shelter, no food to eat. By chance he had a chance to learn those words. Soon he realized that he do have a hope to stay alive. By seeing her unwashed, mushy face and shabby hair filled with dirt. Worn out clothes. He said to himself, ' I found a new hope today, to live further. I'm very happy today that I found a friend all to myself. '

Learning things together. She finally learnt how to read and write. Then she opened her book. Showed it to the boy. He felt very happy. She started reading the cover page again. This time she read it in single piece.

" COURAGE. "

The boy felt surprised. As like how can she read it like that just from the 26 letters he thought her. He do tried to read it. Hence another story started to write on it's own.

It's just a belief of oneself, to continue their own survival even without any their companion. Because this world is full of people. Yeah, some are good and and some are filthy. Yet, we can survive, right?!...

Lavender oneday had this dream. Explained in her point of view.

I woke up from a deep sleep that day. Went outside to get some fresh air. It is a plain with zig zag gravel pathway filled with dried greenish grass. The sky is glittering with light Orange colour like it is time for the sun to sleep. Then a faint smell came which a mixed smell of worn out metal of a blade and blood. It's like there happened a war and all were dead. There were no one on that path. The world felt silent. Felt like I'm the only one left. I started to move in a daze. I didn't saw from where I came. It's just plain over and out, infront and behind. The land infront of me is infinite. Even the word infinite itself is not enough to describe it's length. I saw the sky and land meeting at a far distance.

As I went deep. I saw a slim figure of a woman in black jacket, to say exactly it felt like modern dress yet vintage dress with tight fitting. Her hairs are flowing with the wind as waves as like grass. She slightly turned her face and I felt her as me.

As soon as I realized, I'm already in that position. There is no looking back. No questioning. No words to speak. No hunger to strike. Not even thirst to stop from proceeding further.

Soon I started walking down the zig zag gravel yet hard concrete road unaware of myself. It felt like I was dead inside. It's just a corpse walking with a beating heart. I felt I'm in no place to even believe my heart is beating.

As I took a step forward a drainage began to came in my direction. It is much narrow that I can just take a step without even straining myself to take a long step. I stopped there for a sec and saw the that flow of water. It felt like neither water nor any other fluid. Just something that can flow as it wish. It is clear and transparent. Then as I began to move a patchy dark lavender colour is filling at irregular intervals in that fluid. That lavender colour is from the flowers I thought. But it is not. It is neither flower nor anyother thing. It's just felt like something thick and viscous. It is very pure and inviting me to touch it. I tried to touch it but I'm just a corpse walking. I can't even move either left or right, or bend up and down. I felt light, very light that I'm flying. Soon I began to move as if I'm controlled by something.

The stream of that clear fluid felt like someone is waiting at the end of it. It is relentlessly waiting for someone's arraival to free it. That felt very heart breaking. It's movement is filled with pain and pain and pain. As I started to move in the opposite direction of that small stream it even became narrower and more radiant to in a sense to create wars against one another.

I walked and walked and walking down the same hard gravel yet pebbles filled road my eyes started pouring tears as they want to drain out like they don't want to be anymore unweighable weights on my soul-less body.

I reached a street along with the narrow stream where it started. I saw an old building which is like a fortress in it's age to fall down and that's where the starting point. I went in. Took each step without feeling anything like I'm lost in it's search and can't bring back again to the way I was. Then I reached a sharp turn where the stream is coming from. Just a wall is in between. I stood there looking at my bottom which is muddy but didn't sensed anything down there. I looked up and saw a way to enter which was never there before, from where the stream has been flowing. I entered indifferently.

As soon as I went in, I saw walls with roof (fortress rooms with triangular outfoldings from above the fort) which can be as height as they can reach the sky. Brown tint atmosphere which confirming the vintage era.

Soon I turned my eyes and saw myself standing speechless infront of a big tree which is just a few steps away from me. Stood alone in the dark without soil underneath it. It felt like a bonsai yet I can't see the very bottom of it due to the dark and foggy mist which is black in colour like it is dusk. It is straight, long, just as per necessity small and limited branches which are scattered. Small, tiny and olive green leaves like well grown fireweed on the plain. The people who never seen leaves in green can mistook them like they are some new flowers. Those leaves are 4 and arranged in close manner like they don't want to be apart from eachother as they grew together. There in the middle, the centre where those 4 leaves are meeting at their base a shiny yet dull white round thing, may be a diamond like something held it there with force. That is the place that thick lavender fluid is oozing out. As like it is expressing it's deep hidden sorrow or seeking for attention to it's rescue or may be just happy tears?

I can see the tree's summit just from the place where I was standing. It's like it is long enough to place it over the great pacific ocean in the sense to cross the ocean but I saw it's great height and stood indifferently. It's bark is thin like a young tree. But it is scraped all around to reach it's sap. It stood alone in a tranquility like who is vexed up with outside world and it's cruelty. Seeking for it's rest and waiting for it's parents to turn off the bright light which is falling on it's eyes and disturbing it from falling asleep. It stood straight, showing the outrageous and courageous shining light brown color of it's bark. It's gaze showing it's grave pain to fall asleep and resent against the light.

I felt like it said, "We both are in pain."

Then a small ray of light sparked infront of my eyes which felt like I'm seeing the tree which is in about time to it's extinction. I felt nothing but unspeakable loathe and despise to humans in it's gaze.

The me who stood indifferently without any action like I'm the grim reaper.