It was dark. Dark everywhere she turned. Dark in the farthest corners of her universe. Dark where there should be light, and a deeper dark where the dark was supposed to lie. She couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed, the darkness engulfed her and she couldn’t distinguish the two. Dark, dark, dark.
And cold. Bone chillingly cold. The kind of cold that turned your blood to ice, and your skin to fragile flakes that could break at any moment.
Though it wasn’t the cold that got to her.
Or even the dark.
Neither of those compared to the overwhelming numbness there was inside. An emptiness where her heart should have been, a hollowness throughout her. Dark eyes sunken in to skin pulled tight over odd-angled bones.
Monster
Monster
Monster.
Nothing but a monster was left.
A monster trapped inside a hollowed body and a mindless soul.
One who walks the world with no sense of direction, no sense of meaning. One who missed the familiar sense of those around her, those who wanted to be around her.
Nothing left.
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing.
So she paused, and she wandered, and that was all she knew how to do anymore. And wished at times for it all to end, and her tiresome body be laid to rest where her soul had been taken long ago.
