Enigmatic Numbness

Prologue

This girl, she was hurt. But that’s not all. She was conceived into pain, born in pain, grew in pain. She almost actually survived the pain. Almost. The pain was too much to handle. She hated herself. She hated everyone. This girl hated everything. She was wilting like the flowers she was never given. The hope that started as just a small pond instead of an ocean was drying up. She struggled and tried with every fiber in her being to keep the water fresh and full. She was always trying. This girl was always trying and trying with everything. It was so hard. It was so difficult. She found that an end would cut off the suffering. She slit up her skin and flesh until there was carnage on her legs and arms. She let no one know or see what was happening or what was going on. There was no one to tell. All she had was herself. And she hated herself. She could trust or rely on herself. An end was all she craved. Not food nor love nor anything else. Everything in her wanted an end, an ultimate alleviation. Her ongoing, painful, enigmatic life was making her so weak. Now she was too weak, and worn down to her every core. She had nothing left. She was numb and didn’t know why. She shook, she suffocated. She suffered. Then there was the ending ultimatum. The train was coming soon. She saw the light as she stood on the tracks.