“Make it stop! Make it stop! Please”
She instantly fell to her knees with the sheer immensity of all that feeling. It was as if the force of gravity increased tenfold to come crashing down on her alone. At first she screamed. A painful sound, sharp enough to cut through glass, but it soon came out rough and broken as her lungs seemed to cave in on themselves. But the blood curdling cry never for a second stopped in her mind. She could feel it filling every corner of her skull, shaking every fibre of her being, turning her bones into daggers that stabbed her with every movement, breath and heartbeat. There was so much pain, so much pain and she couldn’t turn it off, didn’t know how to stop the feeling it for it wasn’t even hers. Blood aflame, gasping for air, world reduced to black, her whole existence was pain, misery and longing. The only thing strong enough to cut through the darkness was the star. A bright light that never faded but always seemed just out of her grasp, like a forgotten memory, or a preacher man yelling out “strength and hope” like it made anything easier. But day after god forsaken day she reached out to the star as if it were the last drop of water in an endless desert, for she felt that if she could only touch the star, hold it for a moment, it might share its light and she’d have the strength to go on. She was Daedalus trapped in her own maze; the walls built high enough to reach the sky, alone with her constant agony. She who was burdened to feel the suffering of every person alive forevermore.
