Chapter One
I walk down the dark, damp street, the cold wind covering my bare arms in goose bumps. There is a not sound except for the wind. There hasn't been for a very long time...
All of the people have been gone for so long... the animals too. Since that day, neither the sun nor the moon has blessed me with their presence. Even the trees look blackened...
I continue walking past the broken lamps and burned, collapsed buildings. The only light that guides me comes from the dying stars above. They seem to be getting dimmer and dimmer every month... soon I will be in complete darkness...
Why did he do this to me? I only wanted to die... that's all... Isn't that what he likes to do? Cause death and suffering? ..Perhaps he values suffering more than death... Maybe he'll kill me once I've gone insane...
Bah, I already am insane. There can be no other description for what I am.
Broken glass breaks under the cloth I've wrapped around my feet. I would wear shoes, if there were any. But there is hardly anything left in this world.
Finally, I reach my destination and come to a stop. I gaze up at the statue towering above me. This... thing, appeared after everyone else disappeared. A gray stone carved into the form of some wretched... creature. With dozens of arms, all holding real-looking hearts. Two wicked eyes, those eyes are the only thing other than me that are alive... They forever stare into the sky, the mouth filled with teeth the size of piano keys is gaping open, as though this thing had eaten the sun and moon.
..and everything else for that matter...
It looks like some great and powerful being, but I have only cursed this wretched thing, attempted to destroy it several times, as well as myself... But no matter what I did, I could neither damage this damn statue, nor kill myself...
Now I simply sit down against the statue and wait for that man. Wait for him to return to finish the job..
The statue has a steady, warm pulse against my back. As though life itself flows through the stone... I should probably be afraid, scream, runaway. But this statue has always been this way... to my knowledge anyways... I'm more afraid to leave the statue than to remain here. The statue is the only thing that has shown any sign of life in such a long time...
I used to cry all the time, scream in rage, destroy things. But I do none of those things anymore... I feel so numb. Knowing that I am the only thing alive and moving has driven me into near complete insanity. I know that that man is out there somewhere... he may be watching all the time, laughing at my suffering. He might even be this statue itself... there aren't too many things that I wouldn't believe anymore. He must be here, somewhere.
..Unless he's left me in this world, simply knowing that I'll suffer...
I shut my eyes and drift into restless sleep.