A Girl with No Name

Part 4

Eyes raw and blind, warmth,weighed on her chest, her lungs were buttery soft. He held me with a cold caress. A face I was taught to despise, hate, and fear brought me comfort. I didn't fear him. I feared not knowing, what he might do and where he might take me. Death. He causes no pain, beyond what life provides. He is not greedy; he is not rude, or rough. Death. He merely carries me, my burning soul. Fate was crueler than death, which was something she knew very well. They were the demons in her life, the ones that held onto her neck so tight they squeezed the air out of her. Yet she figured that at least fate would get tired of suffocating, that its clutch would numb. Love was like that; when it got in its strongest, it always weakened and eventually let go. Even so, love was powerful, but fate was unstoppable. Inevitable.

So meaningless her voice seemed now. Without the reins, without direction, she was a ghost. She left her body to follow, left that lifeless, coarse flesh to rot as it may, but something snagged. A searing pain gripped her throat, ripped her from the light she so desperately craved and wrenched her back into the distortion of eternal night. A lifeline was not to be toiled with. Soul was bound to body as long as the person may live. She could only ever listen, watch sometimes depending on the strength she could occasionally muster to pull on her leash. Nowadays, that leash had grown tighter, stricter, dragging her toward a darkness she could no longer deny was just the blank space behind her eyes. And so she plucked a star from the sky, and made one final wish..