A Girls's Life

Death

She made her way through the merciless tempest. The rain shorn through her wounded body, causing scarlett blood to flow down her back. She winced with every step, imploring silently for the pain to surcease. But it was no use, the pain hardly stopped, and she knew it would last evermore. It was scarce that there was ever a time when she was...What was the word?..It had been so long since she had experienced the feeling, she had forgotten the name for it. Her mind had become a desolate, empty wasteland, that only contained her pain and suffering. There, all of her anger had manifested into something...something ominous. It had corrupted her heart, her mind, her body, until there was nothing left but an unmerciful darkness. The worst part of all of this, was that her father had abandoned her, left her laden with all of this by herself. It was a heavy burden for a young child like her at the time. She was clueless about what to do with it, and of course, was not expecting what it was to do next. It had overwhelmed her, consumed her, casting a ghastly mien upon herself. She had become even more despicable than her father had ever been. People despised her, not only because she was the daughter of him, but because of what she had become.

 So, what was the word? The mortals used it to describe how they felt on good days. It was like a radiant beam of light being cast down upon a dreary world. Ah, yes...it was called "happy." The word hit her like a dagger, piercing her throat, so that she made a croaking sound. She collapsed to the floor, splashing in a puddle of mud and her own blood. She couldn't process what was going on...she felt a deep stabbing sensation at the back of her throat. She could feel the blood gurgling out of her interior, choking her with its hot, stickiness. How could this be possible? How could happiness kill her? Was it merely because she hadn't felt it in so long that it was too much for her to bear? She writhed around on the floor in agony, still bewildered and confused as to what was going on. Hadn't she endured enough pain already? Why must the universe torture her with these thoughts? Thoughts that could kill...

 Her muscles contracted and relaxed in her throat, she was choking on her own blood. But gradually, her movements became weary, and slow. Her body hesitantly began to cease their harsh jerks and spasms. She was dying, she realized suddenly. Her mind began to panic, but soon she convinced it to stop. Surely, she should just allow herself to die? Wouldn't it finally berid her of all the pain that was cast upon her by society? By nature? By her father?

 Her heart began to place its final beats into the cruel world. A pang of realization hit her, just before she moved on. A warmth began to spread through her chest, a feeling, that she had not felt in a long time. With her last dying breath, she uttered three words, "...I am happy..."