Disclaimer: I don't own this universe of its characters. All I own is the sad words it contains...
Why?! Why? This word causes me such musings. They chill me to the core. Motionless, stone cold paralysis... I ponder this word and its meaning to me. Why me? Why you? Why am I here? But I would never dare ask you any of these questions... you would never answer.
You were born superior; taught that you were better than everyone else. Your father taught you to be cool, unemotional, and arrogant. With your heart made of ice you could never feel even the slightest inclination to pity me. Your mind could never even comprehend the concept of empathy. Sympathy is the opposite of your very existence. Seeing as these silly thoughts hold no value, I should forget them, but I can't. They are my last claim to sanity; my clarity in the center of the madness threatening to overtake me. My rock. My anchor.
The pain is unbearable. It forms a dark haze in my mind, but it's better than focusing on the agony befalling my fragile body. I just want it to stop. God make it stop! Please! Just make it all stop... please. Can you hear me all the way down here, God?
I'm beyond the point of no return and I'm okay with that. I've accepted my fate. So I sit patiently and await the end, so seemingly delayed. Until then, I will bear the unbearable pain. So I'll lock myself up in these mental walls I've built. They are my only defense. Every time you hit me, rape me, curse me, I retreat to the safety of my mind just as I've always done. Here I'm safe.
So God, when death and time at last show mercy, you know where to find me. I'll be waiting right here... in my secret hiding place.
