Cold metal. Lifeless beings. No love. No one who truly cared. Nothing to make each day worth living. Day... did the word have a meaning anymore? No... it was always dark. Black. It made you feel... empty. Made you wonder why. Why you were alive. Why you were ever born. Why you were born into pure, blissful happiness, only to have it mercilessly torn from your hurting heart. Your hurting, aching, bleeding, raw, empty heart. You could deal with everything except the emptiness. It was a terrible feeling. If you lived, it would go on forever. You knew things would only get more like a blank, dry, lonely hell. If you died, then the emptiness of non-existence would mercilessly follow you to the grave. If only someone loved you. If only someone could love you with the special love only a special one can give. A special love that cast out all fear of living, that made beams of radient warmth shoot through your cold soul. But... some were destined not to have that love ever come to them. Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
She turned her tear stained face upward.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
He'd used her. He didn't really care. No one did.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
A cold, sinister, shadow-like being lurked closer to the vixen.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
It slinked behind her, and slowely connected to her mind.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
It numbed her and extended it's void of shape arms.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
She sat montionless as she half-consiousely felt herself being drawn into something.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
Closer and closer, deeper and deeper, she felt herself being pulled in.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
It knew she was weak; vulerable. It would kick when she was down.
Darkness. Loneliness. Emptiness.
She didn't care. She didn't know what was happening, she just sat motionessly in a numb daze.
"GOODBYE, SCARLET."
She awoke from her daze, to late to save herself.