Nothing left

She was alone, with the world giving her their back, abandoned, left behind. All was numb, empty in her young heart, if she still had it of course. She had lost everything and now she only had herself to embrace what was left of her decaying frame, from both no desire to eat and being a loner, forced to be. Losing her home, and family. No faith, no hope was left as the young female sat down by a stone column, eyes dry of emotion, cold, lost in the unknown. What was left? Why should she live? No one would miss her, she was tired of suffering, of living every day without anything.

The night was young, and here on her own she was an easy target. Prey. And soon she heard noises, steps coming, growls, grunts. But energy was running out so there was no way she could run.

She had nothing, nothing left.

"Speech"