After finished the most recent Tomb Raider game (which was, ironically, the first I had ever played of the series) I was struck by curiousity about how the survivors would feel about their adventure. So, I just started writing with no plan what exactly I was going to do, and voila! The result. Let me know what you think.
She's skin stretched over steel. Even her eyes, once so eager and alive, are now cold and hard. She's all steel. Nicked, scratched bent and broken steel, mechanic. She's alive till the sun sets, dead when the moon rises.
The first time I saw it, a scary thought came into my mind. The thought that not three of us, but four died on that island. Because this was no longer her. This was a robot with her face, its only goal staying alive. Nothing more.
Even when she looks at me, the one she said she did it all for, there's no light in her eyes. I shudder to think of her hardships, the things she was forced to do for me. She told me it was all me. I'm still not sure if she blames me or uses me as an excuse. Or, maybe, she's telling the truth, and she sacrificed herself for me. In a sense.
That's what scares me the most. Because I will never be able to repay her. I will never be able to look at her the same way, not while we're still haunted by the past.
When I lie awake in bed, because sleep never seems to come, I whisper to her forbidden things. Things she shouldn't hear but I still imagine she does. Things of pain, wishes, 'could have beens'. I ask her why she's dead inside. Are her scars so deep? Is the old Lara still somewhere in there? Are our lives not enough?
But she never answers. Just stares at me with those dead eyes.