A/N: Written in the point of view of Tara.
I lay on my bed, awake though it be some time in the darkest part of night. It's been like this for a while. Sleep evades me. It could have something to do with the nagging pain in my back that seems to intensify in the stillness of night. But deep down I know that the reason is more.
I feel empty. And it's this emptiness that clangs and clatters in my ears, giving me no respite.
I can see my hand as I hold it above my face. It's almost completely hidden in the dark, but I know it is my hand none the less. In the same way I know this person lying here is me, though all light from my life has seemed to have gone. I know it's me, it's just... I've never existed outside of dance until my accident. It was my light. Now I stumble around hoping for some purpose, some passion, some point to living to find me in this place.
I get like this a lot. Some would call it depression, but I don't think it can be named. I let out a sigh and turn onto my stomach. I wish my pillow was softer. I wish I could go to sleep.
