ACCEPT by Sievert Dinar

Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant.  I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world.  Maybe.



	The process must have taken a couple of days.

	It seemed like years.


	Accept.  Accept the way of the new....  

	Against my will, I had to accept.

	After all the pain I've had to endure.

	Throughout my short life. 

	I must forget the past and embrace a new and shining future.

	Where my very soul is twisted to be happy.


	Happiness, to me, has always been sadness.  

	To feel emotional pain was good....  

	It confirmed that I was alive.  

	There were many times when I didn't want to be. 

	But I was afraid of the smothering void that death offered.  

	And so I kept hurting, hated as I was.


	The abuse I suffered, at the hands of my parents.

	The abuse I suffered, at the hands of my peers.

	It all confirmed the pain, the suffering.

	The reason for it all.  I wanted people to feel sorry for me.

	Selfish as that reason might seem, it was true.


	And now I must cast it all away.

	Cast away the pain, and the desire for the pain.

	To be eternally happy.  There is no real alternative.


	If I was to resist, I would be cast asunder.

	As something evil, a rebel, a monster, a Youma.

	For nothing more than wishing to hold the pain....

	Close to my heart.


	Does she feel anything?  Does she feel such pain?

	This woman named Serenity, who wishes to be queen.

	Queen of the entire world.

	Purifying the globe from her fortress city.

	Purifying the globe with her fortress mentality.


	She wants to get into my mind, open it up....

	See what is inside, and tear it asunder.

	Show it to everyone for their amusement.  Or pity.

	Expose the very darkest corners of my soul.

	Remove them, and leave only that which is good, and happy.


	I want to fight, to resist the change....

	But I can't.  It is too late, now.  I accepted.

	One of the faceless masses, who matter not to her at all.

	I accepted the change, and now I must pay the price.

	The change....  The change....


	No will of my own.

	Nothing, but a smiling, animated corpse.

	I think....

	I think I'm happy.



Sievert Dinar sievertd@hotmail.com