Can anyone guess what cosplay character I dressed up as???
Am I seen as life walks by towards the shiny things in life?
Am I seen as I'm thrown into the shadows of this world?
Am I seen as I watch the light be reached for?
Am I seen as no one cares to look my way?
Can I see myself as I sink deeper into my darkness?
The sound of falling rain echoed throughout the city. A young woman lay on the concrete of a back alley with half closed eyes. Her dark brown eyes were slowly losing the light of life in them as the collected puddles of rain stained red with her blood.
How did my life exist with such emptiness? Now I'm going to die with nothing left behind in life for myself. Might as well fade away. I have nothing to live for anyways. She thought as the rain beat down on her.
Soft footsteps splashed as a figure walked towards the dieing woman. The woman's eyes slid towards the figure with no emotion.
Leave me be. She silently told the one who had stopped at the foot of her head.
"What a bloody mess you have fallen into." The soft voice of a man said.
The voice sounded so distant as the woman started to slip into unconsciousness. The man crouched down and picked the woman up into his arms. He had the hood of his light jacket up and obscuring most of his face.
Feeling lighter the woman lay her head against his shoulder as he carried her off, then blackness overcame her.
(still on Earth)
The sound of crickets echoed in the mind of the woman as her conciousness trickled back to her body. Her vision was fuzzy as her eyes opened, but she could acknowledge the noise around her as she moved her head to the right. She felt something soft under her as she moved.
"So the dead decided to come back to the living. Though given the look in your eyes you might as well have died." The voice of a male sounded close to her side.
Blinking several times she tried to rid herself of her fuzzy vision.
"Who are you?" Her voice cracked as she whispered her question.
"The one who kept you from dieing." He answered monotonely.
"You should have just let me die. It's not like my death would have been mourned in the end." Her vision cleared up finally and she saw the man sitting on a hardwood floor of a run down shack. Droplets of water fell through the holes of the tiny holes of the ceiling of the shack they were in.
"Why should the mourning of another determine the reason for you to live or die?' the man asked roughly.
The man still had the hood of his grey, blue sweater up so the woman couldn't make out his face. She could at least tell he was about 6 foot and slightly slender with a broad like chest. The woman tried to sit up, but fell back down in pain as her body refused to collect enough energy for such a simple task. Holding her side she hissed in pain.
"I could only stitch up that stab wound of yours so moving around is a bad idea. You risk opening the stitches and bleeding out again." The man warned her.
"Lovely." She murmured sarcastically.
"That wound was obviously from a blade with how clean cut the flesh was. Was someone out to kill you?" He asked as he wrapped his left arm around his left leg.
"No. I just walked in front of a fleeing thief at the wrong time. He freaked out at my unexpected presence and stabbed me before running away again. No human has strong enough feelings for me to waste the time it would take to kill me." She said somblerly as she stared at the ceiling.
About a minute passed before the woman spoke again, "why did you bother saving me?"
"I felt like it." The man answered simply.
Looking at the man again the woman barely had any kind of an expression on her face.
The man stood and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"I desire to explore this strange city and hopefully find my way back from where I first started. I left food and water that should last two days for you by the mattress you are laying on. Don't move too much. I will not return to help you again. Whether you want to keep living or just die off is completely up to you." He said before he opened the door to the shack and left.
"Right. It is up to me." The woman murmured as she shielded her eyes with her left arm, and fought back the weighing depression that toxicated her whole being.
Advice that should be taken to heart.
Remember to send your cat to Mexico, no other country
Things go wrong.
Reality knocks one for a loop.
Humanity could care less.
An empty life full of questionable doubt.
To be a lone wolf without even trying.
Howls of frustration and despair fills the night sky.
No one but myself to pull me up.
I battle life just to find strength to move forward.
This world is unfair due to the ones who make it so.
This world might not be worth living in, but it's the only one my life was put in.
So I fight on towards blurry roads and doubt.
A choice that is mine alone.
Hi how are you whats up with the link to the dating forum
Hi what's up with the link to the dating forum
You'll have to ask me out for dinner first!