Katie Julian

The Mythical Book

The dripping raindrops outside were the only sounds she could hear, almost as if the very weather were mimicking her own tears as they dribbled down her face. This night had to come eventually; it was inevitable. Now that it was here, though, she felt a twisting inside her body, almost as if her very organs were rearranging to make up for the empty hole that was quickly eroding its way through her.