THE TANGLED

THE Destroyed

           Cold wind blustered over the empty city, and the snow blew hard, unmerciful. I should just give up, she thought. What’s the point in living when there’s nothing to live for? The abandoned buildings that surrounded her were torturing her. They reminded her of what used to be. They reminded her of times when there was nothing to fear; Times when food was plentiful, when flowers bloomed in the spring. Now there was nothing but bitter piercing ice, and sorrow. Everything she loved, everything she dreamed of, was right in her grasp. Now the only thing she dreamed of was food, protection, and somebody to love. But the roads were empty, as always, and the snow came in harsh blizzards.

As she slept alone, she dreamed of honey, she dreamed of laughter, and she dreamed of dew drops. What a silly thing to dream of, dew drops. She used to love the spring. She used to love watching the flowers grow, and singing in the rain, but now the rain came as hail, and the wind blew hard. The flowers would never again bloom.

She felt a searing pain in her stomach. Her hunger was eating her from the inside  out. This is the end. This is the day my sorrow ends, if only she knew. As days went on, the pain became worse. Weeks on end came and left. Where are the people? The misery overcame her, and she felt worse. What did I do? She deserved this pain; she deserved nothing less than sorrow and torture for the rest of her life for what she’d done.  She knew this, and she did not wish for it to leave; she wanted it. As she roamed the bare streets, and the dirty ashen sky enveloped her, she dropped to her knees. I am a monster. Tears streamed down her pale face, and her heart shattered, falling into a million dainty pieces that scattered and lie on the dusty ground before her. She knew they were gone. She had been searching since the day she ruined everything. They weren’t coming back.

As the grey snow fell hard and fast and the wind lashed at her face, she gave up. There was no hope. She looked up at the heavens, and she whispered her last words here on this dreary Earth; I’m sorry, my child. She dropped to the derelict road and smiled as the most horrifying pain she ever experienced took over her body.  Alone and discontented, lying on the street, never to awaken, never to feel joy again; she died.

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