Doomed Day
Blood. That's what I saw. As she slid down the wall, painting a trail of death as her right hand scratched the air, desperately trying to get a hold of anything she could grab. The last bit of light. The last bit of love. The last bit of life. Her eyes were screaming pain, her facial expression hard to put into words. It was as if she was having a conversation with herself that she was going to be alright, even though her heart knows she’s lying. Her body relaxes, as her mind continues to do its job, and her eyes hold on to the picture inside her peripheral. Letting out a gargled sigh, she hangs her head to the side, defeated but still fighting. Something just won’t let her let up. She’s in insufferable pain and no matter how hard her heart fights for life, her mind objectively pleads for her body to let her soul go. Life slowly creeps its way out of her deepest depths as she slips away, her expression still pleading for her life.
