INEFFABLE

Open Wounds

     POV- Justice.

     We flew together for awhile but began to land on the red mirror ground. She had long, black, curly hair. Her eyes swirled with darkness with hints of happiness fighting for its life. Her face was ridden with scars and swirls of black. She dropped to her knees and fell to her side.

     "You okay?" I asked her.

     "Thank you," she said in between breaths.

I ran over to her exhausted body. She lie there limp on the ground.

"Hey there... Hey... It's gonna be okay," I said to her.

"Justice..." she said exhausted.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Feel my heart," she said unzipping her clothes.

"Alright," I replied.

I felt where her heart was supposed to be. It was odd because her heart wasn't beating much. It beat so slow...

I could feel the hurt. No electricity to be found whatsoever. It was as if she had a dead heart. As If... she was just a walking corpse perhaps.

I felt her sorrow and misery.

"I'm so sorry," I said putting my hand back at my side.

"For what?" she put the layers back on.

"Your suffering and pain. It must not feel good," I said trying to understand her.

    "I'm in lots of pain. It's been that way awhile," she said with black tears flowing from her eyes with grace.

    "I will find a way to help you," I said reassuringly.

     "I don't need help. I need peace," she sighed at me.

     "Isn't that the same thing dear?" I asked.

     "No..." She heaved "Peace is when you feel calm. A serenity in a way. Help is becoming normal. I don't want to be normal," she looked at me.

     "Then I will get you peace. Just hold on," I said hoisting her to her feet.

"Thank you," she said.

"Tell me..." I paused before asking, "Why do you cover up?"

"That's a hard question," she said coldly.

"Well can't you answer it?" I asked.

"If I remove them, I will fall apart. My mind will collapse. The scars will show. I will become uncontrollable. At least that is what I predict. I'm not sure," she sighed again.

"Well, lets not try that right now. Let's take a walk shall we?" I asked.

"Sure. I have a place we can go," she said leading the way.

    "Alright," I said following her.

     There was a slight wind blowing in her face as she had her mask back on. Her layers were back as well. There was cracks in the ground and plenty of rot. The virus spilled throughout some areas in the faraway storms. Catalyst told me to avoid it at all times. She said she didn't want me to be infected too. It was contained here for a reason.

     We were coming upon some big sharp rocks. Her and I reached the base of them. They weren't too tall.

     "This is black rock," she started "This is where I used to hide from storms. There are usually no visitors so I don't have to hide from them."