The only way to truly describe the hollow feeling in her stomach was, well... hollow. There was nothing that trily made it go away, just masked it. It was her core and soul. Her heart would be blacker than black and icier than Antartica; if she pulled it out that was. Her journal was filled with long stories and dismal doodles- many with people tearing out their hearts and feeding them to animals or roasting them for a feast. There was nothing to fill the void; nothing at all could fix that. Not even the sparkling necklaces in her jewelry chest, or the dark clothes with witty sayings in her closet and drawers, nor the paintings and posters plastered to her walls. She was truly callous. Until she dreamt of a small ghost boy who showed her a great, and many things; the next, she wished to dream of him again. But her dreams would not fit what she wanted. They were void as they usually were. She awoke the next morning wih tears in her eyes. Where was her prince? She knew wherer he was, and only one way to see him. She took her jump rope, all cute and rainbow-ed, and tied it to the fan above her dinning room table. She grabbed her favorite doll- one with a cute little black dress, no eyes and large stitches over her motuh. She tied a loop at one end and placed it around her neck. She jumped from the table and towards the floor. A short drop and a quick stop.