Drip. Drip. Drip.
All I could see was darkness, complete and utter black.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
There was no way of telling time here, since there was no sun, but who cares about time anymore?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Does anyone care about me?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Is that why they haven't come yet?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Are they just going to leave me to die in this personal hell?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Probably, a voice answers for me in my head, no one ever cares about you.
I sigh when I realize the voice is right.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
So, now I guess I'm left to slowly deteriorate, or go insane.
Whatever comes first.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Probably insanity. My only entertainment is to listen to the soft blood drops fall from my injuries and onto the hard stone floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Now the floor is more red than gray.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I wonder what people will say when they realize their savior is dead, insane, or dying.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
But.... I'm not anyone's savior anymore.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I've failed, and now everyone thinks I'm gone.
What do you think? I found that in my computer as I was cleaning it out. Figured it might be useful as a oneshot. *Shrugs*
Please review, and I'm working on my other stories as we speak! Phoenix Troubles should be updated soon.
kirby