The woods embraced her. The naked trees waved to her as the passing shrill of the wind screamed through the branches. Some of them attempted to make a movement, but hung only by a frail limb. She watched them, and the wet ground beneath her feet soaked the bottoms of her pants. She didn't mind. She never did. People had run into her through the paths, bumping into her as if she were merely a corpse. Dead and forgotten. It was as if she had no beating heart inside her chest. It was as if every emotion in her body was ripped from inside her...except the feeling of apathy. Her eyes burned. She tried not to cry, she couldn't help it. The cold stung her face, pecking at her nose and cheeks. The foul wind tossed her hair in an annoying fashion. She then realized that Mother Nature had turned against her as well. She wanted someone to talk to, someone who'd listen hear her feeble screams. But all walked over her as if she should be buried in the ground. He touched her in a way that made her never forget him. It made her want to come back, and he walked over her, taking her, as if she were there for his sake. The trees knew that. They mocked her. Belittled her. Blamed her. She dug herself this grave, this reality, this hell. It was her fault. She picked a leaf, dangling from the dead branch. She watched it fall to the ground. A tear ran down her face. Not one of self-pity. One of fear. Serendipity had left, but fate stepped in. Karma was off doing something else with Destiny. Fate left her to suffer. She clawed at the dirt, much like she clawed at him. It never did any good. It only makes you sink further in a hole. She walked until she had no direction, point or reason to. She left her mark of bitter sorrow behind. It was one less reason for people to move aside, or make room for. She felt empty. Hollow. She felt nothing other than the pain and the hurt, and the hate. He took her body, no consideration, it was his. His to paint. His to destroy. His to color. His to satisfy his hunger. His need. She climbed up a tree. No point in trying to go further ahead. Might as well keep her feet from the ground and try to get away...But that's no use either. Anywhere she goes, Fate follows. When do I get to live?
 Made27 · Mon Feb 07, 2005 @ 09:41pm · 0 Comments |
