A/N: Very short piece written when I felt depressed. Feeling depressed is usually how I come about to writing stories...
Disclaimer: I only own a knife and a watch.
Macavity had gotten what he had desired, as always, through a brilliant scheme. He had tricked us all into searching for a missing Bombalurina and while we were gone and separated, destroyed us all. Us, being the Jellicles of the Junkyard. Macavity had wanted to rule over the Junkyard from the moment he was born and finally his life long dream was complete. He had been bent on leaving no survivors, but I had been "lucky" that his ever wandering eye found me and he took a liking to me ever since.
As I sit in the deserted Junkyard, a familiar feeling washes over me and I am being drowned in this one emotion. This one emotion that I cannot overcome is loneliness. I feel alone within the Junkyard with only servants to be my companions. Even the moon, my old friend had turned its back upon me and ignored my pleas for help.
It is as if I have been blinded, deafened and made mute as I wander around not seeing, hearing or saying anything. I am alone and this thought overwhelms me and my mind crashes deep into a pit to never rise up again. Millions of questions rise up inside me, but I am unable, unwilling to voice them, in fear that even my voice will betray me.
Everything is gone and there is no retrieving or regretting at this moment. As the sole survivor of the pure Jellicle tribe, I feel as if it was all my fault. My fault that none of my friends were alive, my fault that Macavity was in charge, my fault that the world continues to spin and won't even stop for one second. Not for me, not for anyone.
The black terror that is time is truly the most haunting monster of all, even worse than Macavity. Only one thing lasts forever and it is not love, or admiration, or anything cheerful, it is time. Immortal time.
As time stretches and continues my memory dwindles until I can only remember darkness, bitter cold wind and an unfilled pit of emotions. I live to see Macavity die and soon I am alone once again, even more so than before. Tears spill down my face and onto the ground as I thought of what could have been. "Where is the light that echoes brightly, Old Deuteronomy?" I mock resentfully. As I fall down in despair I am certain of one thing. There exists things that are more painful than death.
Pure determination drives me to an old age, but time overcomes me and I fall prey to ever hungry beast. Only the evilest creatures can thrive in this cruel world of ours.
Review maybe?
Are you dead from boredom yet? I love asking questions.
Can anyone guess whose point of view this is written from?