She was alone, with the taste of possible death dwelling in her mouth. She walked, the details hazy, the mind distorts then disappears.
The street, lit dim, the wall dripping a cold to the touch presence, a rain, gloomy, cold. The sound of thunder, struck fear within the eyes of God. The street of fear flooded with screams and terror of the lost ones, not only the ones who naturally but the ones who committed the ultimate price for sin, suicide.
She didn't forget, she hasn't forgotten, she is starting to forget her memories now, forever this time, the ability to place one memory in front of another. She stops and howls in the gloom street, with the fear of being alone, forever past time and the sound of it only frightens her. As she feels a gripping pair of old, dry hands pulling her into the dark, not knowing what lies within. The sound, striking fear within her past, her present relies with these screams of lost, false hope and desire.
