The Emptiness

A Lunatic's Lamet

In a abashed state of mind, the Artist begins to blame Annabel for obviously all that he has done to her. His depression and parnoia have slowly turned into violent rage. He moves as quickly as his feet may carry him toward the center of the small town. Not only is he running away from the brutal and grisly murder scene, he is also running away from the ringing of Annabel soft voice trapped inside of his head. It is as if her spirit is chasing him everywhere he goes, torturing what little bit of sanity that still lies within him. He doesn't dare to look staight into her darked eyes. He knows it will only start to weaken his anger and he cannot simply allow any of that to happen, just not now. The Artist pleads and begs for her to let him be as he sprints quickly toward the town. His intentions are still unknown even to his own mind. There is one crippling as the Artist still cannot seem to escape the madness and insanity inside him: Annabel is the only woman he has ever loved.

As the Artist finally makes his way into town and, at least for the time being, slowly sheds the haunting sound of Annabel's voice. He wanders past a tavern that sounds of a drunken pianist playing along with laughter and it becomes uncontrollable enraged. If he is not allow happiness, then no one shall be. The Artist enters the tavern and bolts the door shut behind him, unbeknownst to patrons inside. His thoughts are racing, his adrenaline is pumping, he then takes a drink to steady his startled nerves. He slowly glaces up from his glass only to find bloody-covered, screaming Annabel before him in the reflection of himself in the mirror. He finishes his drink, stands up, approaches the poor soul closet to him and utters five macabre words: "Are you ready to die?"