• Her hands reached up to hold his face and she leaned in to kiss his lips. Her own so very inexperienced, but still in their warmth and gentleness he couldn't help but return to kiss. Her eyes stayed closed, it wasn't real. If she opened her eyes it would all break away. Things like this didn't happen to people like her. She held on to him, feeling no other response to the kiss.

    Her eyes filled with tears as she knew it had to end. As she opened her eyes, her heart tore into pieces. She was alone again, the room was empty and there was no way out. Her lips mouthed a word... 'why...' no sound came. Why me? Please tell me...someone, anyone. A voice appeared like color on the wall, flowing.

    "It's not meant to be."

    What's not meant to be. Who could that be. She could not hear the voice anywhere, but she could see it somewhere.

    "Give up."

    No, I wont. It is all I have to hope for. Without this small fragile light of hope in me, I am nothing. I can't be nothing, I must be something right? I must be someone for some reason.

    "It's useless."

    The colors of the voice were cruelly playful They spoke out of game, out of spite. The word were red of bloody hate. They were green of selfish envy. They were all the emotions she felt when she threw herself out there to be harmed again and again.

    "There's no point."

    That was not someone else. That was her. She said those things, every time. She hoped for them. Stop it! Stop!

    Arms moved around her shoulders, hands pressed gently to her chest, lips pressed to her ear, words came in a chilling whisper.

    "Pathetic little creature."

    She stared before her, image after image of her feeling ignored. Her heart tore, it hurt. She felt the hand move to her heart. She was bleeding profusely.

    "No, please, not again."
    Her voice returned, as her eyes would close and she passed out, into a dreamless sleep.