“You want the truth” it spat at her.
“The truth is that you aren’t alone, you are just blind. The truth is that you blamed yourself for everything, yet you never changed. The truth, my dear, is that it’s now over”
She blinked back her tears and stood up straighter.
“If im not alone, why do I feel like I am. And it’s not over yet” She spoke softly to no one but herself.
“Oh but it is, you know it is”
Her breathing quickened and her mind went fuzzy.
“It’s not over!” She screamed and wrapped her head in her hands.
“You know who I am, you know I’d never lie”
He chuckled and sank to the shadows.
“I don’t know who you are” she said confused.
“Oh but you do dear girl. I am you, her, him, them, I am everything and I am nothing, but most importantly I am what is known as death”
“But I’m not ready to die”
“My dear child, you already have”