There were those moments when she thought she might be going mad. Certainly, that was what it felt like: the whirl of everything came crashing down as a wave and it smothered, it suffocated, it drowned her beneath its force. Slow, deep breaths no longer worked because there was no air to breathe. There was only the crashing of feelings that she could not longer contain and they clawed at her. It made her want to scream.
She found herself wandering in the darkest hours of the night. The only light that shone through the windows and the bits of broken brick was from the moon and a few stars that peeked through looming clouds. There were no working street lamps anymore in this ghost of a place. There was only the silence shared by a few old, decrepit buildings that had somehow survived the fires and had not yet turned to dust. Though they might, given them just the right moment and kick to the right brick.
It suited her, she thought sometimes as she woke to find herself in a room other th