Alone: Again
She looked over her shoulder. She tried to imagine him there, smiling, childish face, ready to do almost anything. Now when she looked over there, all she saw was darkness. The gash in her leg was growing deeper. She could only look up to heavens, hoping to be with him shortly. Her golden hair was red with blood. She cursed, then took her words back. She knew she still loved him, but did he still love her? Love. What a bitter word. She almost cursed again, but held it back for her sake, for her loves sake. What had she ever done to deserve this? To die, alone? What had made him hate her so? She winced. What had she done to deserve to die like this, alone? Her world had now started to go black. She didn't care. She just wanted to be with him again. She didn't want to be near to the darkness of hell, where only death was. As her world slipped into darkness for the last time, she made a vow that she would rise again, and protect this world. She would be this world savior. Hell would not prevail. Then her world was nothing more. "The world will have a savior," was her last words. " I will be that savior."