She limped through the thick woods.
Nothing but a dull short white dress clung to her pathetic body.
Her bare feet ached as the ice and snow crunched under her light weight.
The fog was forced to surround her as the frostbite attached itself to her small body.
The wind ratted it's way into her long dark hair causing snarls that wouldn't be out anytime soon.
She didn't care though.
All she wanted was the numbness she felt inside to disappear.
She was willing to do anything to feel something besides numb.
She could only rely on pain. But even that wasn't strong enough sometimes.
Cheyenne knew if she couldn't find something stronger than pain, and soon.
That she'd have to fall upon her last resort.
The one thing that would end her numbness.
Death.
STAI LEGGENDO
Little to Late
Storie d'amoreLittle To Late Numb: deprive of feeling or responsiveness. That's the one word Cheyenne could use to describe how she was felt, or should I say the lack there of feeling. She couldn't feel the cold winter wind whipping at her dark hair and fragile...
