“What does it mean to be a good person?”
That’s what she always thought to herself. Not knowing anyone, she didn't know what it felt like.
“How does one become happy? What is happiness? …How do you find it?”
You see, the girl was alone in this world; everything she saw was black. No light, no food, no people, no life.
She just spent her days lying on the floor, curled up to protect herself from the mysterious world around her.
She had tried before playing games she made up to pass the time, but it only reminded her of how lonely she was.
She had no memories of being here; nothing to look back on, nothing to look forward to. Nothing to feel.
The thoughts of leaving this world permanently always sprang into mind, but how would she do that?
With no signs of anything around, there was nothing to get the job done.
Could she even die? She had survived all this time with no way of nutrition, after all.
Was there no escape?
She had tried running multiple times, but never got anywhere.
She had given up on calling out for help; no one ever answered.
Her throat couldn't even make out words anymore- she had been silent for so long.
Though, it wasn't always completely silent.
With her senses hyphened due to not being able to see anything in sight, she could hear a muffled sound in the distance.
She couldn't make out what it was, nor where it was coming from. It was never consistent, either.
It just echoed throughout this desolate world.
Sometimes she would hum along with it to make it seem less threatening, but for unknown reasons, she feared it.
“…Had I always been this pale? I don’t even… know what I look like…”
The only thing she wore were Goosebumps; no signs of life meant no warmth.
Along with the Goosebumps, the only other thing she had apparent to her was some sort of white ribbon around her wrist.
She had tried to remove it multiple times, but always faltered.
Why was it such a struggle to her to remove it?
True, she had grown weak over the time she had been here, but, what else was stopping her?
“I guess I’ll just… sleep to pass the time again.”
She had just tried sleeping around two hours ago, but didn't succeed.
It took her a while of just lying there, but she did eventually.
It became pretty common for her to rest; it was the only thing she could really do, after all.
Her dreams were pretty bleak, with no memories, there were no faces to see, no landscapes to picture, no words of the imagination to be spoken.
She thinks she could see people, but it was too blurred to tell, and their voices were muffled.
When she awoke again, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but she didn't feel enough to care anymore.
Lying there on her side, she thought she heard the ground echo off a pitter patter of sorts.
It was just barely noticeable- if it wasn't so dark, she may have not heard it.
It felt closer and closer every so often, but she stayed in the same position. Moving was too much of a difficult task now.
“I’ll… I’ll just… close my eyes and hope it goes away…”
But it wasn't. It continued to get louder and louder.
Whatever it was, it was close now.
“W-Why won’t these legs of mine move…?!”
She tried getting up to run in the opposite direction, but it was futile.
After all this time of being motionless in this spot, she was now rooted here.
Striving to move herself, eventually she found a way to maneuver across the ground with her clammy hands.
It was excruciating on her shoulders, but she slowly inched her way.
Time went on, but the sound still lingered.
In fact, this turned out to be meaningless.
With this dark overcast, the noise was deafening for her at this point.
She decided to give up.
Why did it even matter if it caught up to her, anyway? It’s not like she had anything to look forward to here.
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