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“Why did I come here?” she gasps out, “I should have listened to them, taken the warnings seriously.”
We were just kids playing a game weren't we? Least that's how I look at it, most wouldn't call our ages kids anymore now though would they?
“I should have never come here.”
Surrounded by a blanket of darkness the girl shook, the back of her shirt tearing apart as it continued to rub against the rough bark of the old, withered oak tree with every breath she took. A gash strung across the abdomen bleeds through its makeshift bandages, tearing at its own seams. Tears begin to fall, flowing freely from her eyes down her cheeks before hitting the ground. There had been two players in this game, two who’s bond surpassed the rest, one that was stronger than any substance one could obtain, and yet here she is. A sole survivor of this duo, the only player trying to stay standing in this game, met with nothing more than a merciless opponent.
We were meant to be a team, the girl thought as she shook.
We were a team right?
A defining void began to consume her, the silence ripping her very being apart save her choked up sobs, her own sounds leading her ever closer to her inevitable demise.
Pathetic, useless, insane, hysterical, that’s all you’ll ever be the girl thought to herself.
All of which she knew were lies but the more she heard them ring, bounce along the linings of her skull, the more she felt inclined to believe them.
Because when did she ever have a voice to call her own?
No one ever listened to her, no one ever cared enough to ask her for the thoughts that always seemed to wrack her brain for hours at a time. No one dared to listen to the insanity within the walls of her skull. No, everyone passed her by with ease and spilled lies from their teeth so it seemed like she really couldn’t trust anyone anymore and she would think about that more if it weren't for the fact she felt there wasn’t much of her time remaining.
The dread she felt was on the verge of toppling over and consuming all she was into the surrounding void, simply to be discarded and then remembered by no one. She was as secure as a blade of a vintage guillotine was when being held up by nothing more than a mere thread, on the edge of snapping itself into two. In a cruel way she almost hoped it would snap on her, if anything just to finally put herself out of this miserable hell she got herself into.
Tearing through the sounds the girl made was the echoing of footsteps, the inevitable surely near, her fear showed on her face like an open book, amplified despite the blanket of darkness that covered everything her eyes may have touched.
And through it all, she realized only one thing.
”Now I’m all alone, merely falling apart at the seams.”