A coward, she was a coward, desperately she wished to be freed from this life.
Pulling and pulling, she tugged at her hair in desperation - it hurts. She shook feverishly, shaking her head in denial.
There was no point in wondering why, she'd never get the answer.
Completely abandoned and isolated… she only had the company of undesirables.
A never ending cycle of pain and torture.
She was weak, unable to free herself or even fight back. Useless and weak. What was the point in continuing on when there was nothing left?
She was empty, all life seeped out, and an empty shell was left.
Perhaps she would wither and decay into dust, no trace of her left, nothing to prove that she was ever here.
Gripping her forearms she desperately tried to claw at her skin, to make the sensation stop. Crawling, she wanted to peel away flesh and leave nothing but bone.
Pads of her fingers could only rub aggressively, she tried to get the short nails to scratch; it was in effort in vain.
Cut them to prevent harm.
A warning to bind her arms if needed.
Cruel words whispered into her ears.
So she sat in the corner, shrinking herself against the wall, willing to disappear from the world.
Let her be forgotten. Make sure no trace is left and take the soul far.
There were no tears left, how could there be any? A dried husk crying away? An unfeasible notion.
She was again in company of another.
Patiently watching her from across; deep obsidian eyes recorded her every movement and breath. Claw them out and keep them close in her possession.
Anger coming and going so easily.
Pale eyes staring at the wall; observe the uninteresting shade of yellow that adorned it, better then admitting the presence.
Buzzing, the buzzing in her ear. A low sound, it was clear now, a voice. The voice again, talking to her and telling her things.
Go. Go.
She was screaming again, standing at the edge, holding and shaking.
Leave
Stop
Please
It hurts again, within and now outside. Burning in the pit of her stomach and now coursing through her veins.
It was better this way, they said.
How could it be? She was scared and confused, mostly alone.
How did things become like this? Was there nothing he could do?
Impatiently running his hand through dark tresses, leaning against the cool glass staring longingly at the other side.
Nothing could help the aching inside. All he could do was give himself to her, even then it wasn't enough.
Song Pairing:
The sun's gone dim and the sky's turned black
by: Jóhann Jóhannsson