All I Want
Carla remembers the day her life turned upside down, a day etched in her memory bank, a day that occasionally flashed behind her eyelids when closing her eyes at night in discomfort, cradled against the pavement and stone wall of a dilapidated building that stood longer than she’d been alive. Clutching a sheer sheet to gather warmth from the elements, the sky darkened as night fell, pinpricks of light decorating and designing patterns across the sky. The city began to bustle with life, conversations with intermittent laughter of men and women blending together, creating a vibrant hum that funnily enough eased Carla’s anxiety. It was when the silence came that her anxiety would skyrocket. Silence meant she was alone. Alone in a world that had thrown her out. Thrown her out to be forgotten. To become nothing. To be swallowed by the darkness and disappear.
