Learning to feel

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger." ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

She clenched her fists, hot tears trailing down her cheeks, messy locks of dark red hair sticking to her tear stained face. In white-hot rage she slammed her fist down and crumpled to the ground. If only her parents and her friends could see her now, they wouldn't believe that she- always composed, always in control Zara King lay dirty, disheveled and crumpled, kneeling at the grave of her dead boyfriend. She felt as if her heart were stuck in her throat, she coughed, croaking but only felt the sting of the tears in her eyes, the constriction on her breathing and the hollow feeling in her heart. "Why?" She mutters softly. "Why?" even louder. "Why!" She screams over and over again her voice sounding scratchy, raw and hoarse, she looks up as if she expected an answer from above, but all she heard was a deafening silence and echoing sound of her sobs among the clouds.

Loud footsteps sounded behind her and she turned her face to come in contact with something hard and solid. She fell onto her back, and felt the trickle of blood streaming down her cheek. She glanced up to gaze upon her attacker, she whimpered "Kill me, please." She begged but he merely gave her an odd smile and a shake of his head. "Kill you and end your pain? Letting you live without him" he gestured to the tombstone "I think that life is suffering enough." He turned around and began to walk away. "Good night, my dear," he sneered. "May nightmares plague you until the end of time."

His voice seemed far away, her vision seemed to cloud over and Zara was having trouble focusing but she manged to mumble out the words "I'll kill you, I swear I will." He laughs at this, finding the thought of Zara even attempting to kill him humorous at the least "you've got guts girl, I'll give you that" he mutters his voice almost inaudible before everything  fades away, sound, sight and touch all into nothingness.