In an empty home, disjointed fingers part the curtains and wide eyes survey the view. And small body retreats and snuggled into itself, pretending that an arm was wrapped around it. A mouth forms half-words with incoherent sounds and nervous hands wrap around a petite stuffed toy. A mind splinters.
Nobody cares.
Next door a slight figure curls against the air around it, avoiding everything it can manage. The kitchen table is smeared with a substance only one person knows the origin of and hands are suspended, reaching for the surface they know is above them. Feet pad cheerfully into a room and a throat rips into a scream.
Nobody hears.
Not too far away, painted fingernails click against a laminated binder in a random pattern. There's a small gag, followed with watering eyes. Purple hair hangs loose and lungs expand against flesh. A twitch towards the door, a withdrawl onto a chair. Knees quiver. Lips purse. Joints crack and a life is thereby useless.
Nobody knows.