None So Empty

Dark_One Shadowphyre

(A/N: This is an Animorph's poem. I know the title suggests Rachel, but this is actually Cassie's POV. It's very dark and extremely depressing, not really what you'd normally find in a Cassie fic. I have to admit it scared me when I looked back at it and thought, "I wrote this?" Respectfully submitted, Dark_One Shadowphyre. Enjoy.)

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I sit and stare

At white walls, bare and clean.

There is not a sound.

No one is here.

I can hear my breath,

Loud in this silent, barren room.

There is nothing here.

No table,

Nor a chair,

Not even a door.

Where am I?

What is this strange and silent room?

Where is Jake?

And Rachel?

Tobias?

Marco?

Ax?

I look for them -

They are not there.

Have they been killed?

Is there some vile creature

Gloating over their bodies,

Reveling in their deaths?

Am I alone?

The walls are closing in.

I feel trapped.

Trapped!

I'm a prisoner!

And soon,

The walls will crush me.

It doesn't matter.

Without my friends to help me through,

I'm nothing.

Only a shell of the girl I was.

Jake...

I never told you that I loved you.

Now it is too late.

I can't feel...anything.

Not joy, happiness, sorrow,

Not even the fear that haunted us all

For three damn years!

Nothing.

The press of the walls is smothering me,

Killing what little will I had left.

Tobias...

Is this how you felt?

Is this what it was like for you,

Trapped in that cage

As you slowly met your end?

A broken, hawk-shaped shell?

Now I, too, am only a shell.

A body without a spirit.

I lost that when I lost my hope.

When I forgot how to feel.

Marco...

I miss your humor.

Perhaps if you were here,

This would not be so hard.

If I could only laugh,

Perhaps I would wake up

To find this all a dream

And all of you would be there,

Waiting for me.

Ax...

You were always strange to me.

But now, I wish for even your presence,

Your cool,

Sharp,

Tail blade

To speed me to my end.

There is no blood.

But I know that I am dying.

Oh, Rachel...

I long for your strength

In this darkest hour.

But you are gone.

They say,

"None are so empty as those

Who are full of themselves."

For you, that was true.

I know your pride

Was your downfall in the end.

But I have found a new truth.

For I know now that there's

None so empty as

She who has lost all hope.

As have I...

So say...

Goodbye...