Heartless

P R O L O G U E

     Death is the sixth most feared thing in the world. Death is the ending of a person or organism's life. Death is, simply put, the end. But, is it the end for the person experiencing the process of dying? Or the end of the people around them who actually care, who depend on that person or thing like they do oxygen, the people who would experience death themselves just to spare the person or thing that they love? Death is said to be this horrible, unseen monster that no one is able to anticipate, that no one is ready to face. But not everybody wants Life -- Gods, I should know -- and many actually welcome Death. Welcome that horrible, blood-thirsty and sinful beast that's ready to rip away and shred the remains of both Life and hope.

    But I have a weapon against Death. I have this wonderfully true weapon known as immortality. Blood doesn't pump through my body from my heart. Air doesn't enter and escape my lungs with each breath that I take. I do not crave for food, or thirst for simple things like water. Sleep can't catch me anymore, because being deprived of my sanity is all that I really need. 

     The heart is supposedly the most important organ in the human body, aside from the brain, of course. It symbolizes emotion. It symbolizes love. It symbolizes man's fear of being alone for eternity without a single companion at his side. But a god such as I doesn't need a heart, I don't need a brain. I chose insanity over everything that I've been offered in my life.

     And I can still feel it, that phantom organ made of illusionary flesh beating against my empty chest. But it's only a mere hallucination. My blood still lies still. The air I breathe in never escapes. I am an empty soul without a mind as well as a heart for emotion.

     I am heartless.