Little One

Descent

When Garrett had first met the girl that couldn't be trusted, he had had a lot to lose. He hadn't realized it at the time, but things were good. A great job, with even better pay, great friends and mere seconds away from getting everything he had ever wanted. Eventually the girl would take it all from him, robbing him blind. Literally. The feeling of loss that came from that now consumed him constantly. Like a led blanket swaddling his body, wrapping around him, squeezing tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe. And at the same time his insides felt as if they were expanding, for the girl had not stolen from him without leaving something in return. She was thoughtful like that. Within him, there were many. All trapped within the confines of flesh, their body, for Garrett's body was no longer his own, jutted out at odd angles which never seemed to rest as he moved through the night. Not even the old tattered trench coat he had stolen could prevent strangers from staring at the way his body fought against him, each soul trying to take control, not that Garrett noticed their stares anymore. Once the girl who could not be trusted had taken his eyes, Garrett barely noticed anything anymore. Not the pressing dark, not the gnawing cold, not that his shoes had been stolen days ago and not even that he hadn't eaten in months. All he knew was that he had to find her. Had to. There was no other way. And so he wandered the streets, waiting to hear that bubbly little giggle that always seemed to be laughing at him rather than with him. This sound that haunted him was the same one that would save him. Of that he was sure. Shuffling further in to the night, Garrett once again failed to notice something important. The giant pair of yellow eyes that tracked his slow, painful scraping through the darkened field.