Is this really alright?
A thought that had drifted through your mind time after time, resonating emptily. Words that had once followed closely by an objection, filled to the brim with a burning passion. A strong desire to change things, to make a difference – not just for you yourself, but for everyone else who had met the same dastardly fate.
This will never be alright.
A phrase that had once filled up every little nook and cranny of your mind, now withered up and pushed far, far away. You, too, were wearing thin; much like a candle with little wick left to devour, the fuse you had become so dependent on over the course of your life was nearing its grand finale. Would you peter out quietly, or go out with a loud bang? At a time, you had wondered about such things. But now all you can feel is numbness. Any sense of time or feeling had fled long ago, leaving you in the shadows to decay.
Will this ever be alright?
How long had it been since you'd arrived here? Wherever "here" was. Remembering anything was impossible. Sometimes you saw snippets, bits and pieces that, when joined, made no sense; things like footsteps echoing across creaky floorboards, the rank smell of mold, a repetitive song echoing through the hollow air, laughter that seemed incredibly cruel, fear, fear, the only emotion capable of perpetrating your unfeeling being from time to time. You really couldn't make heads or tails of anything – not that you really tried to anymore.
Maybe this could be alright.
At a time, you could sense others. Other...things, shells, like you. You could feel them nearby. But one by one, they had disappeared without a trace, stolen away by the harsh winds of fate. Where had they gone? Why did they leave you here alone? You were the only remaining, you were sure. Somewhere, in the deepest crevices of your mind, you started hoping that whatever had snuffed them out would come back for a second round. If anything had done away with them, anyway. Had they just wasted away? Had they freed themselves of whatever bound them, like you? Or had something set them free? Any, you had thought, sounded preferable to your current condition.
How could this ever be alright?
Now, thinking was a challenge for you. You felt muggy and disoriented. As time had went on, you lost what made you you. However, now and then, the pleading words, the means to an end, lighted on the edges of your foggy mind. You wanted to leave. You wanted to be free. You wanted to die. Or be killed again. Anything to stop the endless nothing, you thought.
Please, make this alright.