Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
Starlight-Muse
I kept on running. My feet wouldn't let me stop. They hummed across the ground taking me further and further from my home city, further from Anna. The running and steady pounding of my feet seemed to calm me, to somehow ease the guilt and sorrow tearing apart my heart. I didn't know where I was running to, nor did I care. Land and towns flashed past me, just as insignificant and irrelevant as their occupants. The bright moon hung in the velvet sky. No longer was it a symbol of hope, but death and destruction, torturing me from the inside out. I ran through settlements, some small towns I vaguely recognised from somewhere I didn't know, a life that was not mine. I didn't stop to look back but just let my small, bare, dainty feet carry me far, far away.
It was not long; maybe not even three minuets, until I noticed a change in the air. The wind was harsher, whipping at my skin like needles. It did not bother me though; I would never feel anything again. What did catch my attention however, was the scent in the air. Salt, fresh and strong. I sped up, suddenly eager to reach my destination, an idea toying with and evolving in my mind. This could be it; I would be able to rid myself of this foul life of guilt and pain I had begun. I reached the coast in a matter of seconds, the great expanse of water, tossing and turning, revealing a different side to the clear, warm night I had known. I skidded to a halt, unconsciously sensing danger. I teetered on the edge before regaining my balance, precariously stepping back away from the cliff's side. I had never been to the sea, at least not that I could remember. Of what I could recall of my human life, I had never really been of Volterra. I looked out to sea, at once captured by it's savage beauty. At first glance, the diamond waves seemed to be calm, their smooth surfaces glistening in the pure, yet terrible light of the moon. But I knew better, my inhuman eyesight saw the tossing and turning, the roughness of the waves that no one in their sane mind would venture out to. Though I felt no cold, a shiver ran up my back, the cool breeze playing with my dark ringlets, twisting them across my face. Such peace could not be for me. I thought once again of the city and the terrible life I had left behind and jumped, throwing myself out into a dark oblivion.
I was falling, my limbs flailing out in all directions, desperately hunting for a handle hold. But there was nothing, nothing but the salty air, whistling past my ears, near deafening me. Then I hit something hard, a sudden jolt of physical paint shooting through me, jarring me. I screamed, my voice high and piecing, as my body and face were smashed against the waiting rocks, there razor edges digging into my stone like skin, seeming to tear me apart almost as forcefully as my grief. Had I have been human, I would have been killed instantly, but I wasn't, I was alive, alive enough to endure the intense pain pulsating through my tiny body. Then came the water, a freezing break and very slight relief from the rocks. I gasped, my arms and legs automatically reaching for air above me. I was sinking, the bright light of moon fast becoming a shadow above me, wobbly and dim under the water. I tried to screamed, my mouth opening, water rushing in. I tried to hold in what little air I had, forcing my eyes open. Suddenly I stopped. Letting my limps become limp. My lungs weren't searing, weren't gasping for air. I was holding my breath. I floated there under the water's surface, the choppy sea drifting and dragging me away from the rocks. That is when I realised.
I hadn't needed to hold my breath before. Going without smell was too irritating.
I didn't need to breath.
Failure hit my like stone on stone, the reality of it almost worse than my grief for Anna.
I had to die.
I had to.
Slowly I sunk further and further into the void of black, rapidly thinking that it would never end. I was wrong, my injured, body suddenly hitting the ocean floor.