These voices won't let you leave
It was tragic yes, but the world didn't like her anyway. Right from the start her parents were stolen from her, her father killed right in front of her little eyes. Making her understand something she didn't before at that age. That once they stopped moving, they weren't ever coming back. She let them leave, she was worthless with this thorn in her heart. Her head hung low, as her head turned, tilting towards the woman. No, no, no, DONT TOUCH ME. A tingling sensation overcame her body, starting at her toes as destruction came towards her. She instantly would take a step back, she had let amalia touch her but it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. The black creature asked her what happened to her, she was obligated to answer wasn't she. "I'm fine." she whispered, crystal eyes being wary of her. Arian didn't want this, she didn't want to lose anyone else. She was tired of losing everyone. She had tried, she had worked so hard to keep others at her side, but in the end she would stab them in the back, or they would find a good enough reason to leave her. It hurt, her heart burned when she watched Vereux leave that day. He had been in control of her life for some time, and now she switched hands again this time with her mother. Mother, she hated Arian it was obvious. It was obvious to Arian she was worthless, unworthy, she needed to listen.
"Destruction......" she spoke softly, not making eye contract. She shut her eyes as her stomach growled intensely, the weak girl would lay down softly deciding the sand felt much better than the air. She very much couldn't hunt for herself, not even small mice it had seemed. Arian tended to find scraps of food and eat those, it was difficult to walk on her leg. Yet, she didn't feel, complete at all. The world around her was always and constantly crumbling beneath her. Something of a tragedy really. |