Slowly
Turning...

The heart which was in my mouth plummeted into the...
No! I whispered to the hard stone floor beneath my...

My name is Nothing.
You will see me...maybe...

Who am I?
I am your support...

The thudding
Of my beating heart...

The red substance dripping to the ground
Drip...

Dead
White...

Slowly you turn away from me
And start walking...

The silver glint of cold harsh reality
As it draws a line for you...

She sits in the room
Surrounded by voices...

The girl of her teen years
Sitting near the door...

Candle flickering
Burning bright...