Who are you?
Where am I? You're home. The shadows dancing behind her eyelids, half smoke and half imagination, wake her up.
The sun isn't up anymore.
The stone is cold, it's always cold, but she doesn't feel it anymore. And- Jesus when did this happen?
Her skin was ripped, it looked like spiderweb, now fused with the stone under her. She could see bone, just barely holding herself together as she thinks stretches her legs.
They don't move.
No wonder she stopped feeling things. And the curious, weird thought, just manifested, and she just fucking laughs.
A high pitched ones, where you hold your side for dear life.
How FUCKING HILARIOUS!
Man, she really has gone bonkers, huh? The an't says to the shadow.
Sadly, the shadow flick away the light from the moonlight.
'No, I'm not mad. Its just funny.' The an't shrugs and leaves to dig under her skin. She doesn't feel anything.
The shadow is silent. For that, somehow it doesn't sit well, like there is something to clear up, something to do. But as soon as she focuses on that restless, it dissolves and leaves her numb.
Do you remember your name?
And she falls silent, gagging as there is nothing to give out. Tears are swelling, they sting, they shouldn't, how does she still have eyes? She clawed at them, get out--
Who are you?
Where am I?
YOU ARE READING
Give Me A Piece Of Your History
FanfictionCount your days, and close your eyes and pray to a God that you'll find mercy in these waters. Isolated and sheltered, the country of a once prosperous nation has fallen into anarchy. Crime and riots escalating into deaths of innocents. Now, countr...
