Lost and alone she felt, as she struggled to cope. Her words meaningless in the void of her mind. So afraid where once she had never dreamed of fear. One by one her hopes were crushed on the wind as they were destroyed again and again by those who cursed her with harm. Dreams were no longer a reality as nightmares prevailed, taking her very essence and twisting it to evil thoughts and experiences. She could not eat, as though food itself was the source of her problems.
The one beacon...her eternal hope...was the alcohol that she pumped daily into her system. Drinking to forget so that numb reality remained lost upon her. Yet somehow even alcohol did not seem to take away her pain. Tears would spring unbidden to her eyes, caressing her cheeks in their lonely fall.
Dark was her soul as she fled, losing herself in the wilds.
Running.
Limping.
Sobbing.
Lost.
Alone.
