She watched as the smiling version of herself struggled ever more to keep hold of the bubbling demon within.
Everything annoyed her these days. Smiling children. Music. Happiness. Anything that had once been able to drag her out, but that now abandoned her and threw her further into the pit that had once been only a single aspect of her ‘interesting’ life.
I don’t know what I did wrong, or why she doesn’t come back. I sit here waiting, faithful to her, and the words already written. She is my life; without her I am nothing more than a blank slate.
Everyday she awoke to yet another selfish, needless act of human hatred.
Sometimes she did not even wake – she was still up from the chaos of the day before.
I haven’t done maths in a while. I mean, I’ve done budgets, spreadsheets and cashing up etc, but nothing that I haven’t had to do. I’ve always liked numbers, but it’s one of those things that normally gets pushed aside for writing, or music, or basically anything else.