Night

Something Strange-Sam

I have lost count of the days.

I do not know the date nor the month. 

I have been like this for an eternity. I can scarcely remember the past of brightly-coloured memories filled with flags, sincere smiles and petals. It was beautiful and I yearn to return to those illuminous times. 

How dull is this world. 

I am tired of seeing each days past through a foggy mind. I am tired of routine, breaking free from it's monotone safe buzz, then running back to it lke a lost child. Perhaps that is a routine in itself. 

People. Wonders. Magic. Sights. They all do not interest me.

"Sam!" My only friend in this forsaken world waves a calloused hand at my vision. Some of her fingers are crooked, I notice. She breaks my reverie immediately and I glance down at bruised, human arm I hold. It has multiple bite marks on it, same size as mine, and blood droplets messily scattered everywhere. 

"Ah the past. How futile it is to think of it," I mutter as if I've become the greatest playwrite known, still caught in a hazy faze. "I'm sure you'll understand. Alison."

She tucks a lock of brown hair behind her ear but it falls back to its usual place defiantly. It is a sign of discomfort-a trivial sign I've grown used to seeing. "Yes," she replies softly, and busies herself with poking the small campfire with a long stick. 

I grin, proud that I caught her off-guard for it's a rather rare sight. There is still something I haven't finished. My head turns downwards and I chomp onto my meal, the arm, and rip the raw fat off. 

Sometimes life gives us a bit of pleasure in the smallest packages. 

A/N: I know this is very short, and yes my works are getting boring and /less/ action-packed+full of variety than I'd usually would've liked BUT we'll see to changing that in the future. If any of you guys have ideas please take a second to type them down in the comments section. It would sure help! Okay see you next chapter!